#im notmal about him im normal i swear

[s0re-loser]

Kevin Nash's first appearance for Monday night Raw Vs his last (barring the 2010s)

[darkmagiciang1rl]

IT'S HIM ITS HIM THE PHARAOAH

I am obsessed with Atem right now. It's been going on for a few months. There's a story here but I can't write for shit. I'll upload a lot more soon!

[zombiifyd]

Can you tell me your analysis of the Albatrio’s relationship? I love hearing the nuances of people’s different takes on their dynamic!

AHAIHSJEH WOULD I?????? absolutely.

this post is gonna be so long its just gonna be a bunch of word vomit i swear. so i am so sorry.

OKAY SO I'M GONNA BE LIKE,,,, breaking down all of their relationships one by one, with like two individual people and then their all in whole because its SO IMPORTANT to look at the details.

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1. chip and jay

these two have so many dynamics. i don't really see them as brother and sister but their fights definitely do remind me of that dynamic. to me, they're more like best friends that have that close of a bond. especially because of how they met, they kind of just instantly clicked. it one of those friendships where two unlikely people have the most chemistry and it never dwindles. obviously it has to do with the fact that they go on all of these adventures together. and they probably spent a couple of days at sea before finding gillion. so they must have gotten close, even if jay was a "spy" at the time, she never really acted like she was. chip found her, and in stead she found herself. and its really touching.

i would say they're definitely the closer two of the bunch even though trust has been broken a couple of times but they always come back stronger. i really love jay and chip.

2. jay and gillion

LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING. these two mean literally everything to me. (hi navyseal shipper here) i'm sure i made a post about my thoughts about their relationship on my blog once. but might as well rehatch it and apply the new things i've learned with all the new episodes i've listened to. i still think their relationship is so pure and just so UGHHHH /pos. LIKE JUST ALL OF THE TOUCHING MOMENTS THEY HAVE. but even all of the normal moments they have also. i think the whole albatrio is just unlikely people who have found each other and just clicked with insane amounts of chemistry. because even though in the early episodes, gillion was a little strange and trying to figure out this new world. jay found him strange, but fun. and a good guy.

and it shows in future episodes and even going to him for ADVICE before the block and the reveal she was a spy and everything. and even after that gillion STILL trusted her. willing to literally to everything to keep her with them. like IM TEARING UP JUST YHINKUNG ABOUT IT. "just tell me what you wan't and i'll fight for it." HOLD ME BACKCKCKC I WILAHAJWHJE i am so notmal about them. anyway yeah thats jay and gillion

3. fish and chips

hey guys. listen. fish and chips???? yeah. i agree.

anyway, they are so important to me. they have a weird relationship though, to me at least. like in the beginning they were rough and bumpy but they were still close and affectionate. and dude, let me say, that when they we're crying and holding onto each other in the mud and fighting bugs in laffinlot, they had my entire heart. but in more recent terms from where i am listening, where they were about to go to grimms party, their relationship has evolved so much?? but it had barely even changed. if that makes sense???

especially when chip now almost refuses to lie to gillion anymore. if anything, i think the ice dome broke but made their relationship stronger because gillion confronted chip about what he has been doing. and chip now kind of understands where gillion is coming from??? because gillion doesnt share much of what is in the undersea with the two other than the mentions here or there of his laws and his beliefs, and strongly believing them. and i guess chip is still trying to process that gillion is NEW to this world and everything. even now in the episodes i'm in.

they have a really interesting relationship but i cannot put it into words bc if i do i will explode. but i love them.

4. THE TRIO!!!

all in all, they're idiots who found each other and in turn are trying to find themselves in this big vast, and new, world. they are idiots who have insane amounts of chemistry even when they first met. they are idiots who walk straight into navy bases and fuck shit up bc it's what they do as the best pirates ever!!! they consume my heart and mind and they will never leave. they are a package deal and they refuse to leave one another behind because they are friends. they are co-captains. they are family. they are each others persons. and that's it to them.

okay i think i'm done. SORRY AGAIN

[ceebit]

shuahaeee 🌺🌺🌺🌺

[averageclawcodeenjoyer]

Okay so hear me out on SIREN + SELKIE AU. THIS SAME DYNAMIC, BUT MILES G IS A SIREN (totally not based off a betta fish because I think that would be super pretty). HEAR ME OUT ON GANKE BEING A SILVER HARBOR/SPOTTED SEAL WHO WEARS HIS FUR COAT EVERYWHERE WITH HIM BECAUSE "ITS FASHIONABLE" OR "ITS A FAMILY HEIRLOOM/GIFT."

HEAR ME OUT ON MILES BEING "SCARED" OF WATER BECAUSE IT UNEVILS HIS GLAMOUR MAGIC (Luca reference) AND GANKE WANTING MAKING FUN OF HIM BEING "UNABLE TO SWIM" (LIES!!1!1!!!)

HEAR ME OUT ON MILES HAVING GLOWY SCALE ACCENTS (like his suit) AND PINK EYES AND PURPLE SCALES AND SHARP TEETH AND CLAWS AND GILLS ON HIS RIBS AND FINS THAT ARE SO LONG AND FLOWY AND ABSOLUTELY STUNNING, AND A MUSICAL COMPONENT TO HIS VOICE THATS HYPNOTIZING. HEAR ME OUT ON HIM HAVING SHARP VISION AND THE ABILITY TO SEE PRETTY WELL IN THE DARK, AND COARSE HAIR FROM THE SALTWATER, AND GIVES EVERYBODY THE UNCANNY VALLEY FEELUNG BECAUSE THEY KNOW HES NOT HUMAN INSTINCTUALLY BUT HAVE NO WAY TO PROVE HES NOT. He just sits there and people stare and get nervous and it's hard for him to make friends because of it :(

(And he gets predatory urges to lure and kill and eat and has to suppress them because.. obviously the library is not a good place to get hungry and murder someone.)

HEAR ME OUT ON GANKE BEING SOFT AND ROUND LIKE HE IS BECAUSE IT'S SEAL BLUBBER. HEAR ME OUT ON HIM BEING RESISTANT TO COLD AND ABKE TO WEAR A T-SHIRT AND PANTS IN NYC WINTER WHILE MILES IS BUNDLED UP LIKE AN ANTARTIC EXPLORER. HIS FRECKLES AND MOLES IN THE SAME LOCATIONS AS THEY WOULD BE AS A SEAL, HIS EYES SOFT AND BROWN AND HAVING PERFRCT VISION UNDERWATER BUT NEEDING HIS GLASSES ON LAND (Seals can't sea as well on land). NEVER BEING ABLE TO TAN AND GETTING HORRIBLY SUNBURNT EVERY TIME THEY HANG OUT OUTSIDE IN THE SUMMER. HEAR ME OUT ON GANKE GETTING SUUUUUUPER COMFY AND SLEEPY AND CHIRPING OR MAKING SMALL LITTLE SOUNDS WHEN HES HAPPY.

HEAR ME OUT ON MILES AND GANKE MEETING AND IMMEDIATELY HAVING A CONNECTION SINCE THEY BOTH HAVE LIVES REVOLVING AROUND THE SEA. BUT GANKE GETS A PREY-RESPONSE WHEN HES ALONE WITH MILES (At least for a while) BECAUSE MILES IS A PREDATOR HIGHER ON THE FOOD CHAIN THAN HE.

HEAR ME OUT ON MILES STAYING OVER AT GANKE'S PLACE AND FINDING GANKE'S COAT AND WEARING IT. ON GANKE TRYING TO CONCEAL A FREAK OUT ABOUT IT. ARE. ARE YOU LISTENING YET. AM I LOUD ENOUGH

Uhhhh minific anybody ( ・∀・)

"Damn man, no wonder you wear this all the time. Shit's nice." Miles said, coming down the stairs with Ganke's Selkie pelt wrapped around his body like a robe since it's so big on him, his hands running through the fur that is Ganke's.

Ganke paused, a piece of chocolate held halfway between the counter and his mouth. His eyes went wide as his entire world shifted sideways because holy shit, that's his coat, his only connection to the ocean, his lifeline. "Haha, yeaaahhhhh... it's, uh.. really expensive." He whispered, sounding breathless as he stared at Miles.

Miles looked up at him and smirked, looking at the way Ganke was staring at him with that funny bug-eyed expression he always got when someone asked about his coat. He always thought it was strange yet amusing how protective Ganke was over a scrap of fur. So he decided to tease him about it, stroking the fur and sauntering around to the counter where Ganke was standing.

"Is it? Well, I hope you have enough to buy a new one, because I'm keeping it." He joked, not serious at all as he looked up at the taller boy, noticing the way his face paled and he started to sweat.

Ganke felt his mouth get dry immediately, his heart starting to pound against his chest as he felt his blood pressure rise. He missed the fact that Miles was joking, partially because he was bad at social cues, and partially because if Miles wanted to keep it, he couldn't say no.

"I-- I- um, well-- it's like, a uh, important heirloom for my family, a-actually." Ganke stammered before his throat could close up and he was forced to say yes. He set the chocolate down, pressing his hot hands against the cold counter as a way to ground himself as his heart panicked. "I can get you a different coat to wear if you want." He offered, willing himself to reach out and snatch the coat back... but he couldn't. His body wouldn't move.

"Nahhh.. I like this one," Miles continued, grinning as he rolled his eyes and turned around, stepping over to the couch and sitting down, kicking his legs up. The coat was almost a blanket on him, and it smelled like Ganke, and it was so warm. "Sorry, man. You'll just have to tell your dead ancestors that you were ready to pass it on."

Ganke stood rooted in place, his terrified stare focused on the back of Miles's head. Inside. Ganke was screaming at himself to move, shout, say no, speak up. But he couldn't. That wasn't how this worked. His breath hitched quietly as he fought against the words building in the back of his throat. Words that weren't his. Words that could ruin his whole life. But he couldn't stop them. The longer he tried, the more nauseous and dizzy he was getting.

"Oh. Okay." He said quietly, his voice coming out as a choked squeak as his head reeled.

Being a Selkie was both a blessing and a curse. He could go where no one else could, free from the biological confines of the human body. He got to see the best of both worlds above and below sea. He wasn't confined to one existence or the other.

But his coat was his lifeline. It was what kept his heart beating, and what kept him connected to the sea and magic that allowed him to exist as he was. If he was separated from his coat for a long time, he started getting sick... like that one time his father had taken it away to get it professionally cleaned, not knowing it's importance to Ganke, and they couldn't get it back for three weeks. Any time somebody else had the coat in their possession, he felt like there were nails in his feet and spiders in his lungs. His entire body crawled with fear and discomfort.. but he could never ask for the coat back, nor take it by force.

There was some invisible puppeteer that lived inside him, seeing, breathing, and eating with him. Usually, it lay dormant and distant in the back of his consciousness, but in times like this, it outgrew his control over it and took over, possessing Ganke's body and keeping him from going rouge. It didn't seem to care that it would sever the only thing that kept its host alive. It would find another.

Ganke was just a body.

The beast was indifferent to him.

"Wait- really?" Miles asked, surprised as he looked over his shoulder, surprised by how much of a pushover Ganke was being. This.. wasn't like him. He narrowed his eyes slightly, confused by Ganke's response.

Ganke didn't reply for a moment, his entire body shaking as he tried to swallow back the curse that was bubbling inside him. Don't say yes, don't say yes, don't say yes--

"Y-eah." Ganke said, feeling as though each word was being drug out of his mouth like thorns, ripping and tearing at his soft body. Bile rose in his throat the longer he tried to repress it, causing him to lean forward on the counter with a grimace. "..If you want it.. you can have it. N.. n-no big deal."

Miles sat up in alarm as Ganke slowly sank down to the floor behind the counter, looking extremely green. Holy shit?

He got up and quickly hopped over to the kitchen, crouching down next to Ganke and taking the other boy's face gently into his hands. He was clammy and shaking, and he didn't look like he was doing too hot. "Uh, dude? Gee? What's going on?" He asked, noticing the wild look in Ganke's eyes.

Ganke shook his head, shuddering violently as Miles touched him. He reached out and set his hand on the fur, feeling an intense wave of nausea as his survival instincts went toe to toe with the beast. He dug the nails of his other hand into the floor, gritting his teeth as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hide the face that they were trimming with tears.

Miles’s heart lunched as he saw Ganke's reaction, his own panic spiking. Ganke looked like he wanted to vomit his soul up. "Oh, shit. Fuck, dude, uh-- Are you- having an allergic reaction to something? Did one of those chocolates have nuts in them??" Miles asked, gently setting Ganke down as he grabbed the box of chocolates, scanning over it. Nothing. What the hell? Was it something else?

Ganke couldn't respond, putting his hands over his mouth as he fought the urge to be violently ill, toeing the edge of his very existence. He looked like he was about to start frothing at the mouth.

Miles's eyes darted around, going from his friend, to the snacks, upstairs, and back. He swallowed harshly, trying to keep his composure while also hard-core freaking out. "Crap, uh, um, okay. I think I saw an Epi-Pen in your bedroom, I'm gonna go get that-- don't move." He instructed, hoping he looked like he had it together even though he very much did not. He dropped the coat onto the ground, leaping over the counter as he took off towards the stairs.

The second the pelt was off Miles, and he was moving, Ganke snatched it off the floor and wrapped it around himself, curling into a ball with it at his center. He inhaled sharply, burying his face back into his fur, shaking as he caught his breath again. He felt the magic in his blood start flowing again, soothing his clenched muscles and relaxing his lungs again. He opened his eyes dully as Miles came back, skidding around the corner and nearly eating shit as he did.

"Here- god- how the hell do I work this thing, u-uhm---" He stammered, his hands shaking slightly as he crouched down by Ganke again, trying to figure out how the Epi-Pen worked.

"Miles, wait--" Ganke said, his voice a little hoarse but definitely stronger. He slowly pushed himself into a sitting position, fully putting the coat on and leaning back against the cabinets. He put his hands up, still breathing heavily, but the color was coming back to his face and his eyes were normal. "I-I'm okay, Milo, it's over."

Miles paused, an unconvinced expression on his face as he looked his best friend up and down. There was no way Ganke was just okay after that. He looked like he'd been about to throw his organs up and has just been convulsing on the floor, for fucks sake!

"..Really."

"Yeah, really."

"....Really-really?"

"Miles-" Ganke sighed, pressing his hand to his head and wiping away the sweat that had gathered there during his little.. episode. "Yes, Miles, I promise. That was it. It's over. I'm okay." He insisted, glancing towards the sliding glass door at the empty night sky. Now that he had his connection to the sea back... his body was itching to go jump in the sea and feel okay.

Miles continued to stare at Ganke, not convinced that was how allergic reactions worked. He'd never seen one himself, so he didn't know, but from what he'd heard, the person didn't just get better like that. What was really going on? "But-"

"I said I'm fine!" Ganke snapped, his words coming out a little more angry than he'd meant them to. The primal need that coursed in his veins burning under his skin. He needed to go, and he needed to go now. "I just- I just need some air."

"Wh- Ganke? Wait!-" Miles protested, but Ganke had already gotten up and whisked himself off towards the sliding glass door with nothing but a curt "Give me a minute!"

What. The actual. Fuck.

Miles stared after Ganke, flinching as the door slammed and Ganke disappeared around the corner. He was left feeling so confused, and a little hurt by Ganke's reaction.

Ganke had never snapped at him like that, not even when Miles was bullying him and making fun of him for being a nerd.

None of this was adding up.

He looked down at the Epi-Pen that was still in his hands, blinking as his head reeled. He didn't understand any of this. He knew Ganke was weird about his coat, but... this was really weird.

After about ten minutes of absolute radio silence from his best friend, Miles started getting worried again. He set the Epi-Pen on the counter as he got up, grabbing his phone off the couch and pulling up his messages.

Bro are you okay? What the hell was that? He texted, staring at the message after it sent. He heard a ding and looked up, noticing Ganke's phone laying abandoned on the counter...

"..Crap."

Ganke's bare feet slammed into the earth as he raced down a trail he knew very well. A trail he traveled often. A trail that led straight down to the ocean and up the back of a big rock, where he would jump into the ocean and transform.

He didn't care about the rocks that poked into the pads of his feet, nor the blackberry vines that tangled around his ankles and ripped into his skin, causing scarlet blood to spring to the surface andrace down his legs.

He was driven by the incessant need to make sure that he was still connected to the ocean. That he hadn't given up his freedom. That he was still Ganke, not Ganke that belonged to Miles. It was wild, and terrifying, and it made him feral. He was running, ripping, clawing his way to the forest until his feet hit the sand.

"Ganke?" Miles called, pushing the door open and stepping out into the night. The late-winter air was bitter and cold on his face and he paused, momentarily rethinking his decision to go after Ganke. He didn't have a coat, and he was in a tank top and Hello-Kitty pajamas bottoms.

"Ganke..?" He asked again, raising his voice and closing the door behind him. Ganke was more important than freezing his ass off for a little bit. He shivered slightly and stepped into the grass, scanning the property for his friend.. that was nowhere to be found.

"Where the fuck did you go..?" He muttered to himself, looking around. The forest was dark, yeah, but he could still see just fine, thanks to his special eyes. He walked the length of the forest until he found a trail that looked pretty well-used. "..I guess that's a start."

Miles started off down the path, moving swiftly, but quietly, like a snake through tall grass... or, like a shark through a kelp forest. As he followed the path, his worry grew, especially upon seeing the little droplets of blood on the ground, and the broken, battered greenery that someone had tore through.

That someone being Ganke.

Miles sped up, listening to the sound of the waves getting closer. "Ganke!" He yelled again, nearly tripping and falling over a tree root that he hadn't seen poking out of the ground. God, where the hell is this kid?

Miles’s breath fogged in the air around him as he panted, no longer taking care to be quiet and stealthy. He finally broke through the brush, and his feet hit cold, grainy sand. He snapped his head up, scanning the horizon before his eyes caught something silvery shining in the moonlight. There.

Ganke.

Miles let out a relieved little chuckle, about to call out to Ganke when he realized... Ganke had made it to the top of this enormous rock.. and he wasn't stopping. Miles shot forward again just as Ganke jumped off the rock and dove into the water headfirst, a terrified scream ripping from his throat.

"GANKE!"

Miles wasn't going to lose someone else. Not again. Not him. Not like his dad.

He didn't care if it gave up his secret.

There was a bright light as Ganke hit the water, but Miles didn't notice it. He clawed his way up to the top of the stone, feeling fuzzy and slow. What the fuck was Ganke doing?! It was high tide, the middle of the night, and freezing! He was going to die for sure if Miles didn't get to him in time.

He felt sick.

Scrambling, Miles searched the waves desperately, but he didn't see Ganke anywhere. Oh god, please, not like this. He picked up a spot that didn't look like it had too many rocks and jumped as well, plunging into the icy water.

He's too important.

I need him.

Miles blinked as his eyes adjusted to the harsh pounding of the waved, grunting as he was slammed into the rock behind as he transformed. He felt his legs fuse together, his long, pink and yellow tail fanning out below him. Shimmery purple scales pricked up on his arms and torso, turning over and replacing the skin that was typically there. He blinked again as the bubbled assaulted his vision, causing him to panic even harder.

As the water pushed him back into the rock again, he dug his claws into it and dove under, diving as far under the waves as he could do he could have a moment to adjust and look around. He rubbed his eyes with the webbing between his fingers, blinking harshly as he shook himself off.

Under the water was just as unforgiving and empty as the surface was. There were sharp, jagged rocks that jutted out of the sea floor, black against the already dark water. Miles kicked his tail, propelling himself forward as he desperately searched for Ganke. But there was no sign of him, no traces, no body, no clothes.. nothing.

Miles shuddered in the cold, feeling it start to leak into his bones. He wasn't made for swimming in the winter, despite his thick scales and large fins. He lost heat quickly as he swam around, wearing in and out of boulders and seaweed. He had to keep searching, he wasn't going to lose Ganke like this. No, not like this. God.

Not again. He wasn't going to lose someone again. Ganke was too important.

But Miles's body had other plans. Long before his vision started getting hazy, and his fingers got numb, he could feel his body shutting down. His fins got heavy, his tail locking up, his scales glowing dimmer and dimmer. But he still pushed on, not going to let Ganke be the one that got away.

I need him.

Please..!

Miles wasn't sure when he had closed his eyes, but he knew he had when he woke up to the waves splashing him on the face. He leaned his head up, wincing as another bright light shone in his eyes, and there were big, warm hands wrapping around him and carrying him up the beach. He leaned his head tiredly against the soft embrace, feeling his body change again as the water dripped off his body.

"Miles! Miles!!" Ganke yelled as he laid Miles down on the dry sand and curled around him, sharing his body heat in an attempt to warm the other boy back up. "Hey! Don't you dare pass out on me right now!" He barked, his voice breaking as he gently grabbed Miles's face and patted it.

Miles opened his eyes again, his vision hazy and his brain foggy. For a moment, he thought he saw Ganke. But when he blinked again, the hazy edges of his vision cleared, and he realized it actually was Ganke.

"Wh- I-- where?-"

"You fucking idiot!" Ganke snapped, interrupting Miles, rubbing Miles's arms aggressively until he felt his body warming up. "I told you to stay in the house! What's wrong with you?!"

Miles blinked at him, his head lolling into the crook of Ganke's neck. He closed his eyes, clinging onto him as he listened to his heartbeat. He could tell just from the way Ganke was holding him that he wasn't really mad, just extremely worried.

That made two of them.

"I'm... I'm sorry." Miles mumbled, slinking his arms around Ganke's torso and squeezing him tightly, suddenly finding himself tearing up. "I just- I was so worried about you-- and then I couldn't find you, and then you were jumping and you didn't come back up and I-" He bit his tongue, sniffling softly as he hid his face in Ganke's body.

Ganke didn't stop rubbing Miles's back, but once he felt how tense he was, and the way he was shaking slightly, his touch got increasingly tender.

"Shhhh..." He whispered, pulling Miles's damp body up off the sand and into his lap, cradling the smaller boy and pressing his cheek to the top of Miles's head. "I know. I'm sorry too. I'm okay, Milo. I'm right here."

Ganke continued to gently rub Miles's back and shoulders, murmuring soothingly as the waves crashed in the background. As the silence lingered, so did the heavy feelings of guilt. Sure, it wasn't directly his fault, but he still habitually blamed himself. He felt like he had done something wrong and was the only one at fault for making Miles cry. It wasn't a good feeling.

He sat there, anxiety building in his chest as he waited for Miles to stop sniffling. He needed to fix this, he needed to make Miles smile and laugh again and forget about what he'd just done. It wasn't okay. He took a quiet deep breath, gnawing at his bottom lip as he rubbed the space in between Miles's shoulder blades. Fix this, damnit, Ganke.

"..So. You're all fangs and scales, huh? That's pretty hot." He said in a sly tone once Miles seemed to be okay again, prodding the other boy in the ribs. He didn't know what else to do or say, didn't know how to make it better. So he aimed towards distracting Miles from what happened.

Miles huffed, rolling his eyes as he sat up a little more, wiping the tears off his face. Embarrassing. "Shut the hell up." He said, nudging Ganke with his head affectionately. He was still incredibly upset after thinking he'd lost him, but the sound of Ganke's constant, strong heartbeat was reassuring enough.

"Nah, I'm serious though. Claws and shit? And you glow in the dark? Plus those fins? Dude, I knew you were pretty, but that takes it to a whole 'nother level--"

"Ganke." Miles groaned, interrupting as he buried his face into Ganke's neck, feeling his cheeks get warm. He was never very good with compliments, and Ganke loved to bombard him with them. It made Miles feel strangely fuzzy and nervous.

Ganke laughed, squeezing Miles gently and pressing his face to the top of Miles's head. It got quiet again, but this time it was much more comfortable and less charged. The unspoken bond between them was stronger, some silent, complicated familiarity that connected them together.

"You wanna head back and get warmed up? And.. talk? I think we have a lot to talk about." He suggested, looking up at the moon. He could feel Miles shivering against him still, trying to snuggle closer for warmth. Things had changed.. but not in a bad way.

No, this was good..

"Mh. Yeah." Miles agreed, nodding as he let out a breath. He shifted his weight as Ganke hooked his arm under his legs, standing up with him held bridal-style. "Just promise me something..?

"Of course."

"..Never do that again."

Ganke smiled, kissing the top of Miles's head gently as he started carrying him back up the beach, stepping carefully on his injured feet.

"..I promise."

Fin.

OKAY SO LIKE THAT TOOK SO FUXKING LONG AND THEN IT GLITCHED OUT ON ME AND I HAD TO RE WRITE LIKE 15 PARAGRAPHS BUT ITS DONE ITS FINISHED SO YOU SEE MY VISION.

HERE'S SOME ART TOO BECAUSE IM INSANE ACTUALLY.

Ganke if he was more mermaid-like than seal. Just for funsies.

The vision for Miles ^

ok so u know the wolf/bunny dynamic?? right so i came up with shark/seal… ITS LITERALLY CLAWCODE. ITS THEM. MILES SHARK GANKE SEAL. ready to get what they want, excellent hunters, lures prey, cunning and coy and violent x silly cute and lazy, just wants to chill and doesnt wanna be involved. PLEASE SEE MY VISION CLAWCODE NATIONNNNN