#op u captured him so well

[clowningaroundmars]

so op? turns out i love writing morales and davis family stuff. especially whenever it involves miles42

and this prompt kinda inspired me soooooo!!! lotsa words under the cut! :)

...enjoy?

After a very close call with both the Miles and Aaron of this dimension-- whatever dimension this happened to be? Miles wasn't entirely solid on the numbering system just yet-- Miles managed to somehow tear his way out from the chains that held him back and quickly talk his way out of being filleted like a fish.

"He's gotta stay here, though," Aaron leans back on the kitchen counter as casually as he did when Miles first woke up chained to the punching bag suspended in the middle of his apartment.

Turns out, it was all a big misunderstanding! Miles turned out not to be an evil doppelganger out to hunt down and replace this dimension's Miles after all. Funny that, huh.

Now, after what feels like the most intense conversation he's ever had in his entire life, Miles is highkey crashing. He's sagging down onto a chair placed near the middle of the living room, adrenaline crash coasting over him in waves.

Aaron reluctantly agreed that for now at least, this new Miles that just showed up out of nowhere didn't seem to be any threat to anyone.

For now.

Braids-Miles, on the other hand, seemed a lot more reluctant about having his clone wandering around without any restraints.

So there they were, standing around Miles who was almost nodding off as he sits in the chair, half-listening to his uncle and his dimensional variant plan on how to keep a tight leash on this other Miles (at least until they can figure out a way to get him back home to his own dimension) and half-freaking out.

There was another dimension with him in it!! His uncle was still alive in it!! And... they were both evil villains. Damn.

Well, maybe you really can't have your cake and eat it too, after all.

What a bummer...

Miles didn't know what time it was when he finally came to. He didn't even realize he ever fell asleep at all. The giant flatscreen tv next to him was still on, volume low as the usual news feed kept playing. It took him several minutes of blinking sleepily and taking in his surroundings to finally realize he was fast asleep on his uncle's couch.

The same one they spent time on together after school, whenever Miles or Aaron ever had any free time. The same one they played video games on, gossiped on, chowed down on greasy takeout while watching shitty movies on...

Stop, Miles chastised himself and groaned as he stretched out, feeling every single bruise and scrape and scratch all over his aching body. This is not your dimension... this ain't your uncle's couch.

Slowly, he sat up and lowered his feet down to the wooden floor, massaging his temples. He blearily realized he had a blanket draped over his body, and pawed at the material a bit as he yawned, pushing it to the side.

Once he recovered, he stood up and started making his way over to the kitchen sink by the windows, almost stumbling over his own feet to try and get to the faucet. Once there, he stuck his head under it, turned the water on to full blast and greedily gulped down as much as he could. In this moment, Miles didn't care that his face, neck, and front of his suit was getting drenched. He basked in the freezing cold temperature of the water, really feeling the only little bit of relief he's gotten to have since eating those platanos with Gwen on his own rooftop.

God... how long ago was that? It felt like an eternity ago. Were his parents worried about him? Were they looking for him all over Brooklyn by now? Or had no time passed for them at all since he followed Gwen into Mumbattan?

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by two heavy sneakers landing down right behind him, causing him to leap up in shock and hit his forehead on the underside of the faucet. The whole sink rattled from the force of the blow, but Miles recovered quickly and whirled around, fists raised in a defensive position.

The only sound that filled the apartment then was the metalic clinking of the pots and pans hanging above the island, and the running water of the sink.

There stood Miles' own dimensional variant, sans jacket. And more importantly, sans claws. He wore a simple long sleeve shirt but kept his cargo pants and shoes on, so maybe Miles hadn't been out for too long?

They stood in front of each other for a few tense seconds, staring at each other apprehensively before Braids finally spoke up.

"Turn that off. You drank enough."

Miles blinked, and then the puzzle piece slotted into place after a moment.

"R-right... sorry." Without taking his eyes off of Braids, he reached behind him, fumbling the knobs and swiftly shut the faucet off, quickly returning his attention back to... himself?

Well, that was weird to think about.

Braids lifted his chin and gave Miles a good once-over again before gesturing to the couch.

"You got superpowers, Static Shock?"

Miles gaped at him. "...Static Shock?"

Braids' upper lip curled as he said, "Yeah. You busted out of those chains with some lightning shit I've never seen before. Almost fried me. You got some strength to go along with them freaky powers or what?"

Not knowing where this was headed, Miles nodded slowly and wordlessly.

This seemed to be the answer Braids wanted to hear, because he then nodded approvingly and motioned for Miles to follow him.

"Help me move this couch. We pushed it out of the usual way so we could tie you up but Aaron's out gettin' us dinner now so... when he comes back, we're all on the couch."

"Right..." Miles breathed.

They both made quick work lifting the couch up from where it was haphazardly shoved to the side, blanket still on the cushions. They positioned it in front of the television, and then Braids went to go fetch a little coffee table that was also shoved off against another corner somewhere in the shadows.

Miles took this opportunity to really take in this new, dark world. He slowly turned around, drinking in every pitch-black shadow, dim light, lopsided piece of furniture, staring hard at the bits and bobs laid on almost every horizontal surface available. There were a lot of wires, tools, and a lot of metal pieces that Miles couldn't possibly imagine their uses for. What sort of world did he and his uncle Aaron create together here...?

Miles' thoughts were immediately interrupted by the rattling and whirring of the ancient-sounding elevator in the hall that seemed to echo everywhere throughout the building they were in. Then, the rusty elevator doors shuddered open, and out stepped the man of the hour himself, uncle Aaron.

No. No, not your uncle, Miles frowned as he mused, Other Me already made the distinction that my dad isn't his. So... he's right. This isn't my uncle.

His eyes locked onto Aaron's, who was also eyeing him warily as he deposited two big paper bags onto the kitchen counter and moved over to the fridge.

"Y'all set up alright?" He called over his shoulder, stooping over to fish a few cans out.

Braids piped up behind Miles. "Yeah. We're ready."

Miles glanced over to him and then returned his attention back to Aaron.

"Come get the food, then. I'll bring over the plates in a sec."

Braids dutifully marched over to the counter, collecting the bags and making his way back to the coffee table placed between the couch and television, sending daggers over to Miles with his eyes all the while.

Miles didn't know why he opened his mouth to blurt out the stupidest thing he's said in a while, but it just happened without him really thinking about it.

"Why you lookin' at me like that, man? Jesus."

Wrong move. Braids immediately bristled and threw down the small Styrofoam container he held in his hands.

"Because, fool, I dunno if you noticed but it's kinda weird to have a whole ass clone standing here in the middle of my living room out of nowhere. We missed a-- a... nevermind. We had plans tonight that you kinda ruined. And we gotta feed you out of our pockets too? This is bullshit, man."

Damn. Miles was mean in this dimension. Ow.

Before Miles could even open his mouth to shoot back a retort, Aaron's sharp tone cut through the air like a knife.

"Miles."

It was just one word, but it was issued so authoritatively that both Miles immediately jumped up and straightened their spines.

Aaron stood over the sink with metal utensils in one hand, an unopened bottle of beer in another, glaring daggers in both Miles' direction. Then, the corner of his mouth quirked up.

"...'Scuse me. I meant my Miles. C'mere."

Braids balked a bit, shoving his hands into his pockets before shuffling his sneakers over the wood. "Aaron, I didn't mean to be rude, but--"

"I said come here, didn't I? Let's have another chat."

Well, no argument there. Braids cast one last withering glare over to Miles before making his way back over to his uncle, and he took the utensils from Aaron's hand to wash them under the water as they both spoke in low, hushed tones. The running water also didn't help much with eavesdropping, even with Miles' enhanced senses.

He sighed, taking a seat back onto the couch he just woke up on, trying to keep his leg from bouncing nervously, gripping onto both of his hands. God, he was still so unbelievably wound up even after sleeping for... well, he doesn't really know how long he's been out, but from the looks of the late hour on the corner of the television he figures it's probably been a while.

2:42AM blinks back at him continuously next to the ever-scrolling ticker at the bottom of the screen, all while footage of fires ravaging Brooklyn and crimes being committed kept looping over and over in a seemingly endless news segment. But then Miles suddenly realized... no, this footage wasn't looping at all. He focused his bleary eyes on the people in the footage, all the different faces contorted into horror and fear as they ran from armed thugs or super-powered criminals wreaking havoc on the streets. These were shots of different crimes happening concurrently as the reporter droned on about the latest atrocities in the usual newsspeak accent, the clipped and professional tones contrasting horribly against the real life horrors captured by camera.

Miles sat and stared at the giant screen set not even 5 feet away with big, round eyes. He had never seen so much crime happening in his entire life, even factoring in his Spiderman-ing experiences for about a year now.

...What was this world? Was there really no Spiderman at all in this version of Brooklyn? No heroes whatsoever?

He let out a breath as he watched a woman get pinned underneath a car, before it all of a sudden blinked out and was replaced by the opening to a movie Miles didn't recognize. The volume was then muted.

He sat up, confused.

Aaron and Braids casually made their way around either side of him, with Braids carrying along a folding chair under his arm, as well as the plates and utensils in the other hand. Aaron placed two cans of soda on the coffee table next to the bags of food, and then placed his own bottle of beer on the floor before lowering himself down onto the other end of the couch. Braids unfolded his chair and sat next to the tv, a little ways away from Miles.

Maintaining their distance. Okay. Fine.

Braids pulled out a plate from the stack and started taking containers out of bags, passing Aaron a couple and popping open the others.

The flood of saliva that filled Miles' mouth upon getting hit with the smell of cheap Chinese takeout was biblical. Miles didn't even know what it was like to be absolutely starving until that very moment. He was so caught up in the intensity of finding out that he ended up going to a completely different dimension than his own, that he outright ignored his own ravenous hunger until now.

He swallowed and picked out his own plate from the pile, unsure of what to dump onto his plate first. Honestly, he could just wolf down literally everything in front of him straight out of the containers and still want seconds. But... beggars can't be choosers, and he was already on thin ice with Braids over there. Best to just wait and get his own share last. Right?

Aaron kept glancing in his direction and they finally met eyes.

"Don't tell me you ain't hungry," Aaron comments, cool as a cucumber.

Always cool as a cucumber.

Miles shakes his head. "U-uhh..."

Wow. Smooth, Morales. Very smooth.

Aaron flashes perfect teeth at him for a moment, chuckling. "They're not poisoned, if that's what you're worryin' about. I mean..." he tilts his head in a contemplative gesture, "y'know, unless the cook that's in tonight happens to be in a bad mood, that is. But I think we're in the clear tonight."

"Better not be any poison in this," Braids grumbles over on the other side of the table. He's already chowing down on his lo mein, fork full with noodles and vegetables and he's reaching over for some crab rangoons.

Aaron shakes his head as he loads his own plate with sweet and sour chicken. "Nah, his girlfriend was there while I was waiting for the food. He seemed like he was in a good mood."

Miles gawked at Aaron, then at Braids as he listened to their casual back-and-forth. "Poison?! The chef actually poisons the food sometimes? You're joking."

Both Aaron and Braids chuckle darkly, exchanging glances. Neither say a word as they sip their drinks and eat their food in amicable silence. But... there's still that tension in the air that hangs thick, still palpable. Miles decides the best way to cut it is to join his captors and just chow down with them. They're both eating this hopefully-not-poisoned-food in relative comfort, so... when in Rome, right?

Miles sighs and reaches over for the container of fried rice and serves himself a heaping pile, since neither Aaron nor Braids seem to be very interested in it. Once the food reaches his taste buds, Miles finds his hands downright impossible to stop. He's shoveling forkful after forkful into his mouth, reaching for the rangoons, the chicken, piling two eggrolls onto his plate and snatching up what remained of the lo mein and dumping it into his mouth.

He's eating like a man starved because he is a man starved.

Aaron and Braids raise eyebrows in his direction, exchanging more glances. But they chew silently and leave Miles be as he swallows down containers of food and practically licks his plate clean.

He finally leans back up to take a breath and remembers his soda. Luckily, Aaron didn't open it at all, so Miles contentedly cracked the can open and took one long swig.

After a couple of seconds, he sits back and lets out the mother of all belches.

It echoes, that's how loud it is.

Silence.

Then, Braids is the first to crack. He honest to god giggles and throws down his plate, rocking back in his chair as he laughs harder and harder, tears in his eyes.

Aaron joins him, shoulders shaking.

Miles looks between the both of them and laughs along, too. "What? I... what was I s'posed to do, just hold it in? It just came outta me! Excuse me!"

Aaron shakes his head and tilts his beer bottle against his lips, still chuckling a bit even as he takes a swig.

"Goddamn," he says as he sets the bottle back down, "you really are my nephew, huh."

At this, Braids stops laughing. "Hey! No way, unc. That guy acts like me but we still don't know who he really is or if he's even telling the truth!"

Aaron looks up at Braids and collects his plate back up again, crunching on the last half of his own crab rangoon thoughtfully.

"We can check if he's really you from another dimension. What's somethin' only you would know?"

Braids crosses his arms over his chest. "Well, I'm not sayin' it out loud, but... lemme think."

When not putting up the tough guy front, Other Miles really did act a lot like Miles. The slight wrinkle over his brow as he sat pensively in his chair, left leg jiggling the exact same way Miles' did every now and then. It was freaky, and not at all like looking in a mirror. It was way more disconcerting than that, a feeling that was uncomfortably close to the Uncanney Valley.

Finally, Braids pipes up. He leans an elbow on his knee and looks directly into Miles' eyes. "What did your dad get you for your 6th birthday? Be honest. Don't make anything up."

Hunger sated, thirst quenched, and with a slight bit of rest under him, Miles felt much more rejuvenated than he was not even a half hour before. He was in better spirits, so he humored his dimensional variant this one time.

"What, the present he gave me in front of mom at the party? Or the other secret one after he took me down to the station's garage?"

Braids perked up and Aaron smiled. "Yeah. The secret one."

"The electric scooter that mom told him not to get me. It was too big and powerful for me, and I ended up crashing into a stop sign not even like 10 minutes after getting it. I think I still have that scar on my knee from fallin' on the curb..." Miles smiles fondly, reminiscing about the panicked look on Jeff's face as he scooped up a crying Miles into his arms and made him swear on life itself to never tell Rio. They ended up getting ice cream afterwards, partly as a bribe to make sure he never breathed a word of the incident to his mother, but also to soothe a weepy Miles with a fresh bandaid on his knee and tear tracks down his cheeks.

Miles thought it was the worst thing in the world at the moment. Now? It was yet another happy memory in the sea of memories with his father.

His father... that he was supposed to save soon... shit.

He looked up from his hands after a moment and glanced over at Braids, who had a bit of a faraway look in his own eyes.

"Mmnyeah, I guess he passed the test then," Braids mumbled and shrugged.

Aaron laughed. "What, that's it? That was the big secret only y'all knew?"

Braids scoffed. "Yes. We literally never told a single soul about that, even you. Remember? You asked me about my scrape on my knee after that and I lied and said it was because I fell at the playground." Then, in a lower tone of voice: "...It also happened before all of the 3D audio/vis cameras and drones were set loose on the streets by Octavius, so not even the government knows."

Aaron shakes his head slowly, polishing off the sweet and sour sauce with a chicken finger speared onto his fork. "Mmmnah. That was when you were six? Hell nah, I'm not remembering that shit, cuz."

They both laugh like Aaron just told a funny joke and then they both look back at Miles.

"...You wanna hear a funny story?" Aaron says, apropos of nothing.

Warily, Miles says yes.

Aaron wipes his mouth with a thin napkin, swiping at his beard a couple times. "Hmmm, let's see... I got plenty of funny stories of Jeff like that, actually. Doin' stuff he wasn't supposed to, ya feel me?"

Miles leans closer, clearly interested. Behind him, Braids makes a noise.

"You do?" he says, chair creaking as he lifts a leg onto the seat and hugs his knee.

Pleased to see that he has a captive audience, Aaron swirls his beer in his sweaty glass bottle, minding the condensation and letting the moisture drip back down onto the floor. "Uh huh. Plenty."

"Well? Go on, then. Is it stuff I never heard before or what?"

"First, I gotta ask the Spider-kid here what he knows about Jeff."

Miles perks up a bit and then cocks his head. "Wait... how do you know my other name?"

Aaron grins. "Spider-kid? That what you really go by when you... uh..." he finishes off with a vague gesture at Miles' suit. Miles looks down and winces at the giant tear on his shoulder, almost leaving the red spider emblem he spray painted on his chest in tatters.

He blinks at his own insignia and almost laughs at himself. Right. The giant spider on his chest. Of course.

He clears his throat. "Uh, I mean yeah, yeah! I... I actually go by Spiderman but y'know... you were pretty close. Yeah."

Aaron nods once, casually picking at his teeth with a nail. "Ah. Spiderman. Got it."

Braids isn't nearly as gracious and snorts derisively on Miles' other side. "Spiderman? Forreal? You are very obviously not a man, bro. No offense."

Miles was quick now that he's had his needs taken care of. It helped him gather his wits about him. "Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh. Nuh uh," he holds a finger up, "anything you say about me? You're saying about yourself. So watch it, pencil braids."

Aaron barks out a laugh. "Oh yeah. That's Miles right there. That's my nephew."

Braids sulks behind an arm placed on his knee and grumbles something unintelligible, but Miles ignores him for the time being.

"Uh, so I guess to answer your question from before... I know a lot about my dad. You mean anything specific?"

"I mean... well okay, let's start simple. When's his birthday?"

Huh. Okay.

Miles shrugs and tells him. Aaron nods.

"Cool. Just so I know, before givin' y'all this top-secret intel," he confirms, and finishes off his beer.

He smacks his lips. "Mmkay. Damn. Where do I start? I know you don't usually like me talkin' about your father after he passed an' all that..." he glances at Braids, giving him a half-apologetic look and shrugging a bit.

His nephew shakes his head, now cradling his own can of soda. "I don't talk about him around mom. Otherwise... I don't really mind. I..." he hesitated, and then continued, "I-I uh... I kinda wanna hear more about him, actually. Keeps the memory alive I guess."

Aaron nods solemnly, then smiles mischievously at both Miles.

"I'm gonna keep the memory alive by ratting out your daddy. Full stop. That man acted like a complete hardass and morally upright angel up 'til the end. But I promise y'all... that man got up to absolutely no good back when we were about your age. I promise!"

Both Miles laughed, giving each other amused glances as they sat back for the juicy stories they knew they were getting treated to.

Miles interrupted Aaron first before he got into it, though. "Before my uncle... uh, died. He told me one time... well, mentioned one day, really. He told me my dad got in tons of trouble for starting to graffiti some nasty picture of your neighbor once. Like, right next to their door and everything."

Braids almost threw himself out of his chair laughing. "Wait!! Old lady Clara, right?"

Aaron also crowed with laughter, throwing an arm over the back of the couch and getting comfortable. "The very same. So you have heard these stories, huh?"

Miles guffawed. "Ahaha... I mean, some! But tell us more!"

With the mood thoroughly changed, the tension all but melted away and now an adult man and his two nephews sat around empty containers of food, shooting the shit, tossing stories back and forth as they fondly reminisced of a relative long lost to time in this dimension.

Miles didn't even think to ask about anything surrounding the circumstances of this dimension's version of Jeff's death, not when Braids was thoroughly laughing and enjoying himself behind him. It truly was a joy to have his uncle back.

"...And," Aaron continues from his previous story, "y'all wanna know what else he did to impress that little crush of his back in sophomore year? Maaann,"

"Bruh," Braids shook his head, "spray painting her name up on the side of the school wasn't enough?"

"Nope," Aaron smirked, "he also broke into a jewelry store one night when I was out at a party. Don't tell your mom I said this actually, but he stole a whole jewelry set worth like... $5,000. I swear on my life--"

Miles sat up, eyes bulging out of his head. "He stole jewelry? After breaking into a store?"

"My dad? Jeff. Jefferson Davis." Braids held his hands up in disbelief.

Aaron bobs his head as he laughs. "The one and only. I swear to god. He just up an' stole a whole jewelry set for this damn girl who wasn't even 16 yet. Probably didn't even have a crush on him back either, but. Anyways, the call I got from moms at that time was literally the worst call I ever got in my entire life, up 'til when Rio called me when-- uh, anyways nevermind. My heart stopped when I heard the kitchen phone ring, and my friend comes on over to me and he's like... 'Ayo, Aaron? Ya mom's on the phone.' And I'm high as hell--oh, y'all better not tell Rio about this. Stay away from drugs too, by the way-- and I'm buggin' like... mom never calls. Like, ever. It's usually dad callin' on us but he wasn't even supposed to know I was out at this party, honestly. But mom knew and she's on the phone and I'm high as hell and I hear dad in the back hollering his damn lungs out, shit's gettin' tossed everywhere, crashing. And I'm like," Aaron shakes his head as he laughs here, "I'm like... 'MOM!! OH MY GOD WHAT'S HAPPENING?!'"

Both Miles are laughing along with Aaron as he mimes his exact reaction, gripping an invisible phone in one hand, other hand on his forehead, exuding peak stress in the most exaggerated way that made Miles' heart ache. He remembered his own uncle telling him crazy stories this exact same way, and he even has to wipe a tear from his eye as the overwhelming feeling of adoration fills his soul back up like a glass of juice.

"I'm just sweatin', definitely not sober, freakin' out 'cause mom's straight bawling on the phone talkin' about something... Jeff being in jail or something. By this point I'm losin' my damn mind. So boom, we go over. Dad drives down to the station, I'm runnin' like hell down the streets actually 'cause the party at my friend's place wasn't that far from the station. And when we get there? Jeff's in cuffs in a holding cell, crying."

The boys are snorting with laughter by this point.

"Crying?! Dad? Crying? Oh my god. I've never seen him cry a day in his life," Miles gasps between bouts of laughter, rocking back onto the couch cushions.

Braids is all smiles. "Did grandpa whoop his ass? Be honest."

"Oh yeah. Thoroughly whooped. That was the first time he ever got caught doing anything real bad, but believe me when I tell you that that wasn't the first bad thing he ever did. Hm hm, hell no."

"What else did he do? Don't tell me he just kept stealing stuff and sneaking out before he was even 16?!" Miles asked.

Aaron hummed, nodding again. "Yuuup. Sneaking out almost every single night, freshman year of high school. Once in senior year, I got ahold of a car from another friend and we took it out for a joyride. That put some ideas in his head, I think. 'Cause tell me why he went and hotwired a car for us afterwards?"

This time, it was Braids who exclaimed, "Jeff?! Hotwiring a car?!"

Aaron leaned back, satisfied with the twin expressions of shock in front of him. "Jefferson Davis. The very one. Loved that man to death, but. Whew."

Miles rubbed his eyes. "How is he such a hypocrite? I cannot believe this..."

"Yeah? What'd he do, ground you for shutting the fridge door too hard once?" Aaron smirks.

"I know he means well but... he straight up just grounded me for saying 'whatever' to mom by accident..." Miles grumbled.

Braids' chair squeaked as he switched legs. "Oh... well, hell no. C'mon man, you never say 'whatever' to no hispanic mom, bro. That's pretty much a death sentence right there, honestly."

"How you say 'whatever' by accident?" Aaron wondered aloud, stroking his beard.

"It... it just slipped out. I guess." Miles shrugged, not really wanting to relive that particularly embarassing moment.

"I mean to say... what were you talkin' about that 'whatever' just came out like that?"

Miles sighed deeply, taking another gulp of his soda before answering. "Uhmm. Well... me and my parents had a fight. A... a small one. But. Yeah."

Aaron nods contemplatively, continuing to stroke his beard. "He really is still alive, huh. In your universe, I mean."

"Dimension. Yeah." Miles dips his head and looks deep into his soda can for a little while as everyone digested that bit of information in companionable silence.

"...And I'm dead." Aaron says after a long bout of silence.

Miles looks up at him and they meet each other's eyes. After a bit, Miles also nods slowly. "...Yeah. Yeah, you... are. You died--"

Aaron holds a hand up, shutting him up. "Mn-mm-mn. I don't need to know. Was just wondering. That's all."

Miles takes a deep breath before saying, "Uncle Aaron... you were a real, real good uncle. I meant what I said before, when you guys had me tied up. You were... you wanted to be a good guy. And you were a great uncle. So. I guess I never said this before, but if anything happens-- I mean, whatever happens. I just want you to know... I wanted to say... thank you. Thank you. For being a great uncle to me. I will always love you." Miles didn't really know why he said all this, but when he looked back up into his uncle's eyes, he knew then that it was the right thing to say.

Aaron inhales deeply and grunts as he gets up, hands on his knees. He sniffles a bit, collecting paper plates and stacking containers onto each other. Braids moves to help, and even Miles finds himself collecting their cans, holding them together with Aaron's empty bottle in both hands. The three silently move to the trash can, and Braids turns on the sink and rinses the utensils off.

This movement is so natural, so domestic... it's like the three of them had been doing this for years. It was definitely a kind of nostalgic throwback for Miles as well, being in Aaron's apartment again after so much time. Even if this world was completely different than the world Miles grew up in, and the apartment wasn't really the same as his own uncle's cool crib, the one constant in Miles' life remained: the feeling of safety from the elements in this big, scary world that this special place always provided.

Especially as he glanced one more time out of the big windows into deep darkness and raging chaos currently ravaging the streets.

Aaron noticed Miles' contemplative gaze outside, and moved to place a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"So. You're not my nephew. But you're a Miles anyhow so as far as I'm concerned, you're still family. And you said you don't belong here, right?"

Miles nodded solemnly.

"Then we gotta get you to where you need to go."

Miles smiled gratefully, placing his hand on top of uncle Aaron's. "I wish I could stay... maybe get more crazy stories of my dad back when you guys were kids. But I gotta get back home now before something bad happens. My dad... Jeff. Your brother. He... he could be in very real danger soon if I don't stop this guy that's trying to tear the fabric of time and space apart right now."

Uncle Aaron nods with the same seriousness as Miles did.

"Yeah. Okay. Then I know exactly where to go."

I need a fic of Aaron ratting out all the petty crime Jeff committed as a young man to BOTH Miles cus it be funny. I just know FOR A FACT that Jefferson was either joy or dirty riding along with graffiti.

[amoreva]

Hiii can u do a Luke or Clarisse (either one) x child of Dionysus! Reader and like they sneak off to make out or SMT AND DIONYSUS catches them AND GIVES THEM THE TALK and it’s funny and embarrassing for them

(Thank you if you do make this!!)

THE TALK

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pairing: luke castellan x daughter of dionysus!reader

summary: your father gives you the talk, after he catches luke and you sneaking around

warnings: innuendo?, making out, dionysus dramatics

a/n: let’s pretend ep 8 of pjo didn’t happen. ngl brainrotting to luke and swan lake op 20 act 1

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Dionysus paced around in front of the two of you. His Hawaiian shirt catching wind. Luke was trying (and failing) to hide the grin. It was quite amusing to see a God worry about something like this.

Dionysus was muttering something to himself. You caught wind of your father talking about “Chiron” and “the talk” and he was so confused on where to start.

You grimaced just knowing this wouldn’t end well. “Dad, please…” You helplessly plead not to even start this conversation.

“No, no! I must.” Dionysus spoke and put his hands up in discontent. He leaned against his little desk in the Big House.

“Do you know how betrayed I feel!?”

Luke smiled as he helped you down the steps of Cabin 12. A stupid lovey-dovey grin on both of your faces as you interlaced hands and ran across camp. It was as if you were normal mortal teenagers rather than half-bloods.

You trek through the forest used for the Capture the Flag, running along the river which lead to the lake. Every so often, Luke stopped to steal a kiss from you. You two had not seen each other all day because of counselor duties.

“Luke—!” You giggled after he stole yet another kiss.

“You’ve deprived me of affection, love.” Luke joked and held your hands. He walked backwards into a clearing. You reached the lake. It was usually used for canoeing, swimming and Capture the Flag (as well as romantic rendezvous). “How was I supposed to sleep without seeing you?”

Luke took of the jacket he was wearing so you could sit without getting sand on your pajamas. The waves of the lake seeped into the sand by your feet. Luke and you sharing portions of his jacket so you both won’t get dirty.

“I did retire to my cabin without giving you a good night kiss.” You joked your hand came to rest on Luke’s cheek.

“What a terrible girlfriend.” Luke hummed and lips in to kiss your lips. You breathed through your nose. Fireworks exploded in your stomach as you and Luke kissed, pushing each back ever so slightly, but not letting go.

Your other hand went to cup his face fully. Sweet nothings heard here and there as he pulled back for air just to dive back in.

You can’t help but lose yourself in him.

It’s always him.

You can’t help it. When he looks like that, treats you like this and has a reputation of that— you can’ help it.

“Luke…”

“Mm…”

“Hi!” Mr. D shined a flashlight on both of you. His hand on his hip. Luke and you break apart and block the shiny light from your eyes. “So…you both get bathroom duty for…three months—”

Before Mr. D could even dish out punishment, he gasps. He gasps so dramatically you think he sucked all the oxygen from the world.

“I know.” Your dad stated firmly. His flare for dramatics makes you want to roll your eyes. “I know that is not my daughter kissing a boy.”

“Betrayed?”

You exclaim. Your face contorting into disbelief and surprise. You leg stopped bouncing as you stare at your father.

“Yes. Betrayed that my own—” Dionysus feigns his tears. A hand over his heart as if he is going to a parental crisis. “My own daughter!” His voice shaky.

“With all due respect Mr. D—” Luke spoke up.

“I’m not talking to you!” Dionysus exclaimed and crouched to his knees in front of you.

He turns on the fake waterworks. “You’re growing up! Which means…you’ll be discovering things that make you—”

Luke and you cringe. “Dad!” You cried out, disgusted with what he was trying to imply. Mr. D’s act drops. He stood up and leaned on his table. “Look, you two are young and Chiron was telling me to man up and have like a sex talk—”

“Dad!” You stood up, grabbing Luke’s hand. You storm out of there, listening to your father yell phrases like “be safe when you’re with him!” or “That’s four–no five months on bathroom duty!”

You face was as red as the strawberries growing in the field. Luke laughed quietly at your embarrassment, though he himself was embarrassed.

“Hey. You heard your father. Be safe with me.” Luke teased and grabbed your waist. He turned you around to face him.

“Luke—please, that was already embarrassing enough.” You spoke flustered.

“So…” Luke dragged out with a small smile. He leaned in towards your face, lips centimeter away from yours. “Next time. We won’t get caught. Can’t suffer another talk again, can we?”

Luke pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.

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[guttednights]

your bar.

You've worked in the same bar for the past 3 years. It's fairly common for military men to come in and get drinks together. It's always soap, gaz, price, and the one in a mask.

One night you finally speak to the guy in the skull mask. "your name is?" as he looks at you, his cold eyes lighten.

"ghost," he said gruffly when soap elbowed him, he shot soap a glare and sighed making eye contact with you. "Simon. simon Riley." he gruffs.

you can't help but smile. "well then Simon Riley. want your usual?"

"Please," he says coldly

you and your friend spent the rest of the night talking about simon. "god i dont know what it is about him but." "jeez.."

"oh ew! shut up" your friend replies walking to the other side of the bar

you giggle "ah cmon, its not as nasty as you and your thing for that old one.

she giggles. "price is hot because hes a gentle man. simon just looks like he could hurt anyone."

"thats what i like" "feels like hed go to jail for me"

She rolls her eyes "okay mrs delusional."

the next few days some tension between you and simon grew. he cant keep his eyes off you. your literal eyecandy to him. and you notice.

"sarah he keeps staring" you say entering the back to "refill something"

she squeals. "girl hes so into you!"

you roll your eyes, "oh whatever."

Later that night soap walks up to the bar,

"hey y/n, you know my big friend Simon? ya he wants ye number"

your heart practically stops beating. "uh.. yeah sure here" You quickly write it on a napkin and hand it to him. you watch as soap runs away like a schoolgirl giggling to Simon as he hands it to him.

the whole rest of the night you were shocked. The big huffy man you think is hot wanted your number?

around 2 am you jolt awake as your phone buzzes. you grab your phone, its him.

"hey gorgeous its simon, or "big masked man"

"Hi simon" god you cant believe this is happening is this real?

"you should be asleep. what you doing up?"

ur heart flutters, (GOING FERAL LIKE YES PLS BOSS ME AROUND) "couldnt sleep"

"any reason why?"

(yes Simon ur the reason why) "nope no praticular reason why, just one of those nights."

"alright. want to get coffee tomorrow?"

"coffee?!" you think to yourself "Omg it's happening.."

"id love to get coffee"

"great. ill see you at happy cafs tomorrow at 9 am."

"see you there"

your freaking out literally, the man of your literal dreams is asking to go out on a coffee date?! Is it a date..?

"is this considered a date?" you text him a few minutes later

"yes, sweetheart. it's considered a date lol"

you throw your phone across the room screaming and kicking your feet. you can't sleep the rest of the night. too busy thinking about what to wear. finally at 6 am you give up and hit the shower, then walk to your closet. "god do I wear a dress? jeans hoodie?" finally you decide on a long-sleeved black dress, perfect for winter. you straighten your hair, do your makeup, and hype yourself up.

8:55 and you're a minute away from the cafe when u see him pull up. your heart drops. you're so excited yet so nervous, u practically black out until you bump into him.

"op, watch out there" he chuckles, "looking at your feet while you walk sweetheart or?"

you chuckle, "Sorry lost in my thoughts." sweetheart?! You can't help but blush as he puts his hand on the lower part of your back and directs you inside. you both sit down at a booth and a waitress comes over. you both order and wait.

you can't help but stare at him, even tho you haven't seen his face his eyes just capture you.

"I'm not gonna lie, sweetheart,. I can't keep my eyes off you at the bar,"

"might as well claim ye before you are no longer available" he smirks as you blush and look away

you spend the next 3 hours just talking getting to know him. And before you know it, (in a few weeks of course) you are dating, officially his. the man of your dreams is officially yours.

side notes: i dont know if i like this tbh. it feels really long and i almost lost what else to say. if u want a part 2 (MAYBE SMUTTY VERS. i can do it lmk!!!)

[coleslawleviathan]

okay so. i challenged myself to try and draw some snakes and try to capture the features i want to stand out for them. i wanted to see if i could make them all look distinct but where its obvious they look extremely similar.

heres the main lineup but i want to get into design elements for them as well as some personal headcanons.

FIRST! bibo.

okay so. i'm going to toot my own horn here. i think his beard looks so fire and i did a good job. i imagine this design is around the portable ops era... not much else to say because most of the interesting stuff (at least to me) comes from the differences the others have from him.

V!!! I LOVE YOU V!!!!!!!!!!

for venom snake, i made him look like big boss but Something's Off. in the game people often (notably huey and the boss' ai) don't recognize him as big boss for a few seconds. an imperfect replica because you cannot get that close with plastic surgery. i made the fat distribution on his neck a bit different from bibo's because i imagine the way that the human body configures itself is hard to change. if you noticed the little snake-tongue-shaped-hair-doohickeys, he is the only one with a slightly different shape. it's a genetic thing, you wouldn't get it. just thought that was silly. his hair texture is different, too. can u tell i like him a lot. also, my favorite detail might be his different nose shape. they never got bibo's nose right i guess. in mgsv, he actually has a bit of a downturned nose, and i honestly don't think i captured that enough.

TIME FOR MY FAVORITE BOY. LOVE OF MY LIFE. HOLDER OF MY GENDER ENVY. solid snake :3

SNAVID! the most obvious difference here is his nose. he broke it as a kid lol. i love headcanons. there's not as much to say about him as with venom, but i can say that he is incredibly handsome and i like him. i think he is cute. was he free yesterday? if so i would like to have dinner yesterday with him yesterday. well... i will say that out of this specific lineup i think he looks the most like good old dad. which is awful and i feel bad for him.

FINALLY: LIQUID!!!!!!!

i gave him his canonical sharp nose and high cheekbones! i based a lot of his features off how he looked as a kid so he really has little shit vibes about him. he also has thinner eyebrows, and i headcanon that he does them himself lol. he has less sideburny sideburns than his brother. his eyelids are also smaller. he also does look kinda like kaz so its plausible that he tricked dave! yippee! i also like drawing his hair. its such a great hairstyle. it reminds me of a lion's mane.

N E WAYS... i hope you enjoyed me rambling about giving these goobers a more realistic design for future reference. i like talking about this kind of stuff. life is so much better without same face syndrome.

[tesalicious2]

Freaks of the Corscant Guard Part One

Slick in the CG:

So obvi Fox saves Slick from decommissioning and is like ‘u work for me or die’

Slick chooses life and is like ‘what’s needed’

Fox doesn’t trust slick like at all, so he is forced to wear a shock collar and has a tracker implanted that’s attached to his intestines (slick doesn’t know where it is only that it’s there)

Slick essentially does Fox’s dirty work and he doesn’t mind, fox isn’t a bad boss at all

Slick becomes a part of the ‘crazies’ squad which is made up of a Psychopath (psycho), a sociopath (socio), a narcissist (narc), a pathological liar (false), and a serial arsonist who burned several natborns (burn)

All of them have trackers in them (diff locations) but burn is the only one who has a collar as well

Slick does enjoy these partners and their craziness

Psycho and socio are the only ones who’ve left the planet and worked with other squads

Fox has gotten them to cooperate by making the squads in question ‘their’ pets

Despite what that means, Socio and Psycho like their pets happy and healthy so completing the mission and keeping them all alive is perfect for their pets

Socio prefers to be alone so often solo missions on Coruscant that are off the books

Psycho enjoys working with new pets and has actually been able to keep one

On an off world mission, Psycho was given charge of a squad with the 41st

It went bad and Psycho was only able to save one pet (he was very upset at his pets being taken), a shiny that survived

The shiny (that Psycho named Baby) had asked for a transfer after the mission and Neyo decided to just let Fox have him

After all, if Baby liked Psycho and wanted to be his vod’ika, there must be something really wrong with Baby

Psycho was absolutely delighted to have a permanent pet! Usually, he kept pets for the length of the mission and then satiated with solo off the books missions on Coruscant

Psycho wanted nothing more than his pet to be happy and healthy, otherwise he’d look like a bad ori’vod and Baby would become a broken toy (no one likes a broke toy)

Baby (under Stone’s command) is given similar shifts as Psycho, well he has the same break times and days off. Otherwise he’s in the prison

Narc hates Baby, as Baby takes away attention from him (as Baby is something new and taking all of Psychos attention)

Narc ends up tormenting Baby when Psycho isn’t around which Psycho catches on too

Baby, who now sees Psycho as a safe place, ends up developing a dependency on Psycho that’s extreme when he’s not on shift

When he’s working, he’s fine, but when he’s free, he’s attached to psycho like a tumor

Slick likes Baby and attempts to get Fox to stop Narc (bc he’s not getting involved in that, no way) and leaves it at that

False gets along very well with Narc, as he is a great liar and has no problem inflating Narc’s ego

False mostly does info handling and spec ops, as he’s a great liar and it’s practically impossible to tell what’s the truth and a lie

It’s not hard for commanders to get the truth from him though, as False is entirely trustworthy and normal besides his lying

The problems only came when troopers stopped trusting him, not understanding that False pathologically lies when the information either doesn’t matter (so he’s lie through entire conversations) or he’s deflecting (captured and asked for info) but when it comes to commanders and brothers lives on the line, he’ll be truthful

Burn is surprisingly the odd ball of the group, as he gets along with everyone and no one

He’s likable enough but he has a habit of going absolutely psychotic around fires and sometimes he just wants to watch something burn

[meepmeep19]

Yk one thing the BSD fandom hasn’t really realized yet is that Suegiku have actually known each other just as, if not LONGER than Soukoku. Seriously. Ik that sounds crazy, but just hear me out:

First of all, we know Jouno joined the Hunting Dogs 6 years ago. That means he’s known Tetchou for at LEAST six years now

Now you may think it’s a little bit of leap to just assume that they knew each other for all those 6 years. After all it’s entirely possible that Tetchou joined after Jouno did, and so the two could’ve only known each other for as little as a year. However, I honestly don’t think that’s the case, and Tetchou did in fact join BEFORE Jouno.

Admittedly, this is just ultimately HC but it makes sense when u think about it. Out of all the Hunting Dogs. Tetchou is easily the MOST committed to justice and his job. He has passion for it almost unlike any of the other members. I think that he (unlike Tachihara, for instance) actually TRAINED and maybe actually applied to become a Hunting Dog the normal way, kinda like how u can apply to become a cop. In other words, based on his very evident dedication, you can tell that this was a career he CHOSE to go into. And considering that career planning requires, well, a PLAN, one that doesn’t necessarily have to take that many years (depending on the career), and the fact that current Tetchou seems like he’s already in his early to mid 20s max (most of the young adult characters in BSD tend to be in that range- Kunikida, Dazai, Ranpo), then 6 years ago (when Jouno joined) he would’ve most likely have almost completed or already completed his training and become a HD member

Ofc, u can argue that his training could’ve taken longer, so he still could’ve joined after than Jouno. But considering the fact that they took in Tachihara when he was like only 15 (I think?) mostly because of his ability, I don’t think the official training and application process actually takes THAT long. Or if does, then you can easily speedrun all that time by having an OP ability, regardless of ur actual age. (They’re kinda like ADA and PM in that sense; age literally does not matter if u have a broken power lol that can make up for that lol) And considering the fact that Tetchou HAS an OP ability and is literally the strongest Hunting Dog, I feel like he would’ve been accepted for the job sooner rather than later. So yeah, he would’ve already been a HD by the time Jouno joined.

But 6 years ago is just when Jouno OFFICIALLY joined the HD. That’s not even mentioning the time it must’ve took to find and arrest him in the first place. So considering Jouno was an executive of an infamous mafia group, I bet it would’ve taken more than just Fukuchi to capture him. Other HD members, like Tetchou and Teruko would’ve most likely been on the mission as well.

Especially because (while this is mostly HC territory again) it rly seems the HD took down, not just Jouno, but most likely his entire mafia group. We never hear any mentions of them in the present and it just doesn’t make sense that a group as ruthless and THOROUGH as the HD would capture Jouno,(someone who can literally hear them coming MILES away and literally disappear into thin air!) but somehow not anyone else in the mafia group. So if they rly did take down everyone, then that definitely would’ve been a job for more than just one person. Meaning Tetchou definitely would’ve been involved in Jouno’s arrest. Which is how they might’ve actually known each other for even longer than those 6 years, depending on how long it took to arrest Jouno. (Btw, SKK have known each other for 7 years)

I think the reason we’ve never actually realized this is because unlike SKK, SGK aren’t freaks that constantly bring up how long they’ve known each other every five minutes

Also, you could argue that SGK understand each other almost as well as SKK, considering Jouno can literally read Techou’s body like a book and that Tetchou is capable of perfectly describing Jouno to an absolute T.

[bambisnc]

seunghan as hindi songs is a NEED

seunghan as hindi songs!

chogada. seunghan is literal the human incarnate of this song i take no argument tyvm. the softcore + lovecore vibes are just so pure :( i can so see him singing this to you with all the earnestness of the world in his eyes; and imagine him pulling you in mid performance during the dance think that one rapunzel scene :((

next we got ishq wala love~! cutie coded songs for the cutiest bbg ever c'mon,, and the love triangle vibes of the movie... but no because think of him being the soft, sweet childhood friend male lead of the love triangle tm but the thing is : with him you'd also get the lowkey possessive, mysterious, quiet guy AND the sunshiney one..

moving onto a black and white one; pyaar hua ikraar hua. this is THE old timey forbidden, star crossed lovers song ,, the sharing of a single umbrella out in the rain <3 the guy being like "why is your heart afraid of love..?" and the girl answering "its saying that the road to love is difficult and that the final destination is unknown/hidden" (loosely translated) siiiiighs

one of my other fav old songs -> likhe jo khat tujhe. i mentioned in my op : true love hc for riize, seunghan is such a "writes long love letters (w cute self-written poetry,,) on perfumed paper, decorates the envelope with kisses, puts in dried flowers w the letter" kinda bf <3 the lowkey playful (dare i say coy), teasing vibes of the song fit him so well tooooo

also for your consideration, mere sapno ki raani !!! like yess girl (gn) he is the type to chase after your train in a car - probably with sohee's company - and serenade you mid journey yk ?? also the lyrics. the way he describes the female lead. it's seunghan. it's him. and again the vibes of the music really remind me of him

back to like 2018 music,...... hawayein. okay but this song was really popular at my school for the longest time and i swear i thought i'd never wanna listen to it ever again - but i happened to hear it recently and oh my god./// the softness and the yearning which i think is really well captured w the high notes and clinky music :(( the ease and smoothness really make me think of seunghan.. imagine a strangers to lovers/summer fling with him except he totally is the type to get attached and track you down after you've bid what you thought was the last farewell. prob shows up with like a rose at your door while it's raining like ".. hi."

(okay alsox2 -> radha from the same movie ._. LIKE IMAGINE js screaming out songs at the top of ur lungs w him, full on vibing almost like ur drunk and mid way he'd grab your hand and intertwine the fingers with his own uff)

special mentions : ZAALIMA. he's so in love with you and he WILL make it known to people whether they wanna know or not. + apna bana le - the malewife vibes are strong w this one <3 he'd be so down bad that everyone except u and him would know about it fr,,

notes : pushing my good old fashioned lover boy hani agenda fr !! + why do i feel like w each member the posts r getting longer.. + [m.list]

tags : @nicholasluvbot <3

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[wonbin's vers] [eunseok's vers]

[psirony-darling]

Hi, this is the op from the Heroes text post. I always think of it like this: Nathan, being a politician, having that power in and of itself, while also him having the ability to fly. Making him the "one of them." He has people with abilities captured, rounded up, put into places to cure them, etc.

WHILE also being someone with abilities.

That says to me in this world right now. He would be some gay republican politician.

Getting legislation out there that puts Queer people in direct harm. And being a massive hypocrite about it. The older i got from when i first watched the show, to this day, am more aware politically and am myself Queer. So its always interesting still being heavily into something since u were little and now being able to rly understand it. (I was 10 when it aired in 2006)

I only got into Heroes a few years ago, and I think your interpretation of Nathan as the equivalent of a gay Republican is accurate, as well as popular (at least in the tumblr side of the fandom.) Many see Nathan as being literally a queer presumably-right-wing politician on top of being one in a metaphorical sense.

Honestly, the interpretation I want to push more is that Peter’s a moron, a possibility-codependent idiot. “He’s never let me down!” No, Nathan’s only thrown Peter under the bus by claiming he’s mentally disturbed in front of the press, sabotaged his efforts to find out how to save the world by ruining the painting, worked with the people who were chasing Claire, and consistently demonstrated disinterest in using policy to protect those with powers. But that’s not “letting Peter down!” (He also once punched Peter in the face for cheating on a chemistry test in the comics, but who’s counting?)

Either way, I definitely agree that it’s real interesting to come back to media you didn’t fully understand as a child and be able to see the nuances and add your own insights.

[littleshysheep-at-da]

ooooAAAAAAAAUGHHHH.

oka's whole thing is so tragic. do u have anyheacanons for herand /or poti

I do not know what the “ooooAAAUGHH” is in response to but I feel like I agree 🤔 lol.

TBF Oka was quite literally born into the hands of one of the MOST manipulative man (Potimis) EVER. So I don’t think anyone who knows the full circumstances could really blame her but I know she’ll probably never stop blaming herself.

I like to think at some point Kyouya apologizes to Oka for what he said when they first met because he felt it was hypocritical and unfair. Which I think Kyouya is the type to not apologize for all the things he’s had to do for war, not because he doesn’t feel awful about it, but sort of because he’s resolved himself and apologizing would feel insincere and unfair (let me make this about Kyouya lmaooo my bias is so strong can you tell). But I feel like he would apologize to miss Oka for what he said to her and I also think Katia would jump in with her own form of not quite apologizing for her actions (because she was right to doubt Oka but not because of Oka herself but because of Potimis lying to her), but apologizing that she had to be put in such a position. Also Katia also is a bit of the tough love and would probably try to reason with Oka that she shouldn’t have to feel responsible for all her students just because they have a connection from their lives (as a way to sort of to try and lessen Oka’s guilt over everything). But yeah I think a lot of the reincarnations would apologize to her and try to do right by her own once they learn her full circumstances.

I would honestly be really interested on what Oka’s thought on Shiro are though? Like? To Shiro Oka is quite her savior who she owes a life debt but idk if Oka even remotely remember her at all. Like afterwards do you think she’s just like “the classroom Spider? What.” 😭 I think she would want to speak to Shiro about it which would,,, go as well as anyone (aside from Ariel) who tries to hold a conversation with her. I think once Oka knows who Shiro is she would try to include her with the other reincarnations (which has the vibe of a mother trying to get her child to socialize… sorry I love found family parent child structure sooooo much with KumoDesu lol I should make my Headcanon family tree…) it has… mixed results.

Also ngl I still find it SO FUNNY that no one taught Mera suffixs so he thinks the San (which is translated to Miss in English) is part of her name.

I genuinely call Potimis Elf H*tler cause… ngl the similarities are there. Thought they were the “superior race”, blond hair blue eyed (which obviously this one isn’t an evil trait and I feel I should specify that it’s just funny to me), actually really unhealthy themselves… y’know it’s there.

I also think Potimis sort of captures KumoDesu’s pacing when you think about it. Like the pacing of KumoDesu is REALLY GOOD, Kumoko struggles enough to make things feel intense so then when she gets overpowered it just feels so deserved. And I think seeing how fast Potimis goes from big deal to nothing that difficult to deal with is really interesting because it doesn’t feel rushed at all despite how fast that change happens? Like it’s interesting to think about that at a certain point Kumoko is sooo OP nothing is a problem of strength but more of tactics you make sure things play out the way she wants.

Also for Potimis I really think Ariel’s words to him sum it up (paraphrasing here) “was a life running from death really worth it?” Because yeah he spent so much time afraid of the inevitable did he ever really live? It’s kinda a good statement on how worrying does not prepare you for tomorrow only takes away from today.

At this point you might be able to tell the difference based on format but even if I don’t already have stuff Written down (most of what I have Pre-Written is Ship Based) I come up with stuff pretty quick! I have many thoughts! Way more than I remember to actually Write lol!

I’ll probably just start signing these Asks with this but: Again my Obligatory Thank You for Asking for my Opinion!!!!! I LOVE KUMODESU WITH MY WHOLE SOUL!!!!

[seiwas]

op i loved this so much 🥺 definitely going into one of my fave hq!! fics!!! osamu is now my ultimate comfort character to read for bc of you!!! 😭

after reading this entire thing i literally shouted: OH MY GOD OP 😭

op you write osamu so so so charming i think im a lil bit in love with him in all the opposite ways i would be in love with his brother dshfbsdj and i think that is truly. wonderful. how u captured that. and now i cant get him out of my head as the TA 😭

i love the way you write op!! its so conversational and easy and smooth and simple !! but also so witty !!! and so just... i think it holds just enough!! never too little never too much - the right amount! the perfect sweet spot!! to hit with the words that just fit!!

i loVE THE beginnings of a crush on him bc loWKEY I WOULD TOO...... he's smart... hardworking... and nice.... looks hot... nice car... the ultimate dream tbh and i love the dynamic u made between reader and isla! it's sosososo funny & i think it's so real that we need a lil unhinged friend!!!

your writing is so real and honest that this line made me giggle: but she tags you in memes on Instagram so maybe it’s as real as real gets.

i love looks you made him give omfg 😭 i'd die on the spot i think. that lil smirk he did when reader couldn't understand the reading OOOHHHHH WHEN I GET HIM 🫵🫵🫵🫵 and the diner session that came out of it (you made him so so sweet doing one-on-one's with everyone omg 😭) and how they got to know eachother a lil bit better aaah so cute. so so so cute.

He hates that you’re getting a watered-down version of his personality. Osamu swears he’s a lot more interesting when he’s not, well, a TA. <- i loved the way you wrote this line too!!

and the little micro movements you made him do!! that just made him so attractive like rubbing the back of his neckdfgsjdf and the way he'd look for reader in the class every time my gOD !! isla is so right.... he was eyefucking reader... isla u r a real one... u know whats up.... keep reading through this man... keep reading through these idiots in love.... (reader and osamu almost feel like dolls 😭 and isla feels like the kid putting them together saying: NOW KISS)

that library at night was so sweet op!! i love how they're so lowkey flirty with eachother but it's so borderline friendly that it's just!! i was smiling the entire time reading it for real 😭 u write it so well!! the held-back feelings!! the double meanings in whatever they say!! my heart was tickled!!

But you look so carefree right now and, actually, you’re very pretty and you’ve got such a good heart and it’s a lot for him to process but he knows he just wants to see you happy a while longer. So Osamu just slumps back in his chair and laughs along with you. <- and this line SHOT right at my HEART bc he's so whiPPED

Not if you keep distracting me and using your review time to…” hang out with me, get to know me, tell me things about you… “…goof off.” <- this one tOO MY GOD!!!!! ALL THE THINGS UNSAID!!! I was puLLING AT MY HAIR !! GNAWING MY FIST !!

“I’ll try to keep… explaining things.” Fuck. What does that even mean? <- and that awkward bit of the conversation omg 😭 it was so awkward and i felt it So Hard but that's such a testament to how you wrote it op!! the internal thoughts got me so sjhdbsjd

AND THE DRIVE BACK HOME omg i was bouncing my leg biting my fingernails... wanting to make the drive last longer i am a sUCKER for that and when he finally dropped reader off:

he can feel your palm against his as he spins the steering wheel to make a turn and for the first time in his life he doesn’t turn on the radio to fill the silence in his car. Osamu replays everything you said in his head; but he especially thinks about that part where you said you need him. <- i loved how that was written!! your pallm against his on the steering wheel :< ur scent in the car !!!! the radio that he no longer turns on bc he only hears u !! he conversation he's replaying in his head !! and that special part !! oh god !! i love the way you unfolded his feelings like that it's so soft OP

and when reader hugs him!! oh my god and he's like... wonder if u can feel his heart beat faster jhsdbsjhdfkja i WAS ON THE FLOOR gripping my CHEST & his lil flirty: all you, einstein. PFFFFTTT

AND THE CONFRONTATION THE CONFESSION !!! WHERE ISLA IS THE HERO (kind of) oh my god she really went OFF and i'm so thankful she did bc when this:

Miya Osamu stands behind you with his hands in his pockets and an enormous smirk on his face. “He’ll be all what?” he asks, eyes fixed on you. <- I WAS SQUEALING

and THEN U MADE HIM: Osamu interrupts you with a laugh. “My thoughts,” he says, “are that I want to kiss you.” His fingers lift your chin up. “What are your thoughts about that?” AND THEN THEY KISSED !!! i was still on the floor sgdfbsaj and theN wHEN HE ASKED FRO THE CLASSES... bc g-g-giRLFRIEND dfsdjf i PASSED OUT. full on. op. please.

thank you for writing this op aaaaaah i truly loved it in all its wit and humour and loved-up goodness!!! i don't read osamu often but i think u've made me fall in love w him a lil (LOT) more with this 🥹

long shots ; miya osamu

pairing: miya osamu x f!reader

synopsis: miya osamu is the teacher’s assistant for food chemistry i. you can’t stop thinking about him.

tag(s): college!au, slow burn, TA!miya osamu, grad student!reader, fluff, reader is a go-getter!! ; warning(s): profanity, suggestive themes, talk of insecurities and imposter syndrome ; wc: 5.6k

a/n: happy birthday to @starrysamu​! i love u. pls excuse any errors. i’ll weed them out later! btw this fic is not a sugar daddy au LOL

HIS NAME IS Miya Osamu and he always looks like he has it all figured out. Comes in every class with his black hair perfectly tousled, the sleeves of his dark button-up rolled to his elbows, a cup of coffee in one hand and the strap of that black messenger bag in another.

“He drives a BMW, did ya know?” Isla says in your ear one morning. Your only friend in Food Chemistry I gives you a pointed look before sitting back in her chair in the lecture hall with a smirk on her face. “Saw it this morning. Bet he’s loaded.” The two of you watch the subject in question walk across the classroom and settle in his seat at the table in the corner.

“Shut up,” you whisper with wide eyes. A grin–– far from innocent–– makes its way onto your face. “Imagine being Miya Osamu’s sugar baby.”

“He’s not old enough to be a sugar daddy.” Isla looks at her nails disinterestedly. “And that’s too many AUs in one. He’s already the TA, for god’s sake. This isn’t some shitty Wattpad novel.”

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[butterfluffy]

“love letter”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· wherein y/n, a student of OP academy, received a love letter, but from who?

⠀⠀➧ fluff | sanji × gn!reader | route no. 5

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none! mistakes and swearing may be present, though.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ requests are open! do send some requests for me to write!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: welcome to sanji's route for my 100+ followers special! if you'd like to check out the others, click this!

You had honestly expected it. You had expected that it was Sanji, the curly-browed flirt who sent you the letter. Well, he's the only one who's sending love letters to almost everyone..

“Man, that guy's really such a flirt, huh?” You snickered as you recalled the contents of the love letter Sanji had sent you...

To the lovely Y/n, it is I, Sanji—the prince who has fallen in love with you. And due to the high fall, I've been injured, and the only cure to my injury is your loving, my love. So I hope you accept my confession and love me back, mellorine! ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

“Mr. Prince strikes again, haha..!” You laughed, swinging yourself on the swing, head leaned onto the iron chain holding you and the swing. “But I do wonder how many people received a letter from him too..?”

Sighing by this you were then startled by someone who covered your eyes all of a sudden.. “Guess who, my love.”

The familiar voice cooes, putting you into ease. “Sanji.” You answered, touching his hands that are now resting on your shoulder. “Correct, it's me, your one and only prince charming, Sanji~”

“Mhm, what are you here for, Mr. Prince?” You asked, using the nickname he gave himself, only causing the blond to chuckle. “This prince is here for you, my love.”

Placing a lingering kiss on your hand, Sanji then moved closer to you, arms dangling by your neck.

“Oh?” You hummed, looking up to his face, sending him a playful wink. “If you're here just to flirt with me, I don't mind. I'll play along.”

“My my, I'm here for another reason, my lovely Y/n.” He stated, his index finger motioning into a ‘no’ before continuing, “I came here to profess my love for you, Y/n.”

“I love you like how I love cooking, for you have captured my heart that is willing to beat only for you. I love you.” The blond confessed, caressing your cheek as he whispered his words into your ear, tickling your brain by his husky voice.

“That's not surprising... But Sanji, let me ask, how many people have you confessed to this day alone?” You asked with an eye roll, still not buying his confession, even though his words are making your heart flutter.

And by your question, Sanji falls into silence, a deep sigh escaping his lips before he gave his answer— “One.”

“I've confessed to a single person today—wait, no, for the past 2 months, actually. And it is you, my love. Only you.” Sanji responded, words laced with sincerity. Being true to heart, his answer shocking you.

“Now that's news..” You mumbled, a blush appearing on your face, looking away from Sanji who only smiled at your expression, finding it lovely and cute.

“Do you accept my confession, Y/n?” He inquires after a moment, slowly swinging you in tranquility. Completely in serene.

“...Who knows,” You teased, looking back at his blank face. “If you wanna find out, c'mere, I'll tell it to ya~”

Making him move towards you by pulling his neck tie, you then placed a kiss on his cheek and then winking at the now dumbfounded boy who blew a fuse, turning into a blushing, stammering mess.

“I-I, uh, u..uhm, damn, how—how amazing, that's a yes, yeah—?” Sanji coughs out, doing his best to recompose himself.

“Yes Sanji, it's a yes.. Now, surrender yourself to me because you're now mine, alright~?” You whispered in a silvery tone to the boy who only nodded, out of words from how you defeated him in his own game of flirting, though he undeniably loves this, and of course, you...

© butterfluffy 2022

[mmediocreman]

Hi!! I really love how your jjk illustrations gives so much emotions and your zine is extremely amazing I'm always blown away!!! Can you share your process on the zine? Like did you conceptualize/thumbnails all the artworks first or did you just made each illustrations as you go until you have enough for the zine? How long did it take you to do the whole book? I just love how they are so coherent like telling stories on each illus! THANK U SO MUCH FOR UR AMAZING ART!! <333

thank you so much! this was my most ambitious project to date, it makes me really really happy to hear that the people who got the zine enjoys it too!

the title came from yoko kanno's song for wolf's rain "Heaven's not enough" and that became the theme. my personal interpretation is that, even if geto got the equivalent of heaven for him, that might not have stopped him from making the same mistake as he did. i feel like theres a part of him that is actually more rotten than he would've liked to admit but he's covering that up with narrative of justice and self righteousness. I explored this theme into two main scenarios, for the comic, from gojo's perspective but this in itself is a paradox because the thought of gojo wanting to reach out to his best friend before all went to shit couldnt have happened without it having went bad in the first place. the second one is the set of illustrations with the theme "in another life" where if they were to be reincarnated, i feel like geto might still be haunted by his former self. the last set of illustration has this text

"in a world without cursed spirit, will you finally be able to laugh from the bottom of your heart? or will everything repeat once more, unable to break free from the curse. in a world without cursed spirit, will you finally be able to laugh from the bottom of your heart? or will everything repeat once more, cursed by life itself"

i have had several people pointed out that the mood my drawings carry are like a washed away bittersweet memory. and that might be what im trying to capture in the rest of the illustrations, moments that when you look back just seem so surreal and simple but also felt like it mightve been taken for granted. iirc it took me two weeks to finish the comics, i worked on the illusts even before i thought of making a zine, in between the comics and even when pre order was up. up until the last minute of printing i was still switching out the contents. theres some that i ended up posting on twitter early when i decided to take it out of the book too oh also! i put in flowers in the packaging to reference the bouquet of flowers gojo has in the 2nd op. tho its never been made clear for whom or what the bouquet was for but the signifiance of blue roses (its blue roses in the op but i had to pick a smaller flower to be mailed so i picked hydrangea) is "something that will never happen" and i think that fits in really well with the theme heaven is not enough. to me, what geto says he wanted might never happen, but maybe what his heart really wants were more simpler than that

i personally think skill wise my drawing is nothing fancy and i like to focus more on telling a story. to hear that my intention reached its vieweres is the highest compliment i can ever get. thank you again so much for getting my zine!

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (December 3/2020)

Today was pretty interesting - every member of both the Dream Team AND Sleepy Bois Inc. streamed today! Doesn’t happen often.

Everyone is preparing for the exile tomorrow. There's internal conflicts growing within the Dream SMP side and the familial division within the Sleepy Bois has only increased. 

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 -  Tubbo, Ranboo and Fundy work on the hole in the ocean and that’s when the first rain happens.

- Wilbur and Tommy randomly join the VC and just say “Tubbo we’ve been thinking about you a lot” and then straight up leave

- Later, Tommy gets on in preparation for possible exile. He insists that he cares more for L’manburg than his discs, ultimately. Technoblade is online. He says he wants to move into New L’manburg out of sheer confidence that he won’t be exiled. Sapnap comes online as well and proceeds to bully Tommy with Techno. Punz arrives too.

- Sapnap suggests Tommy move into Mexican L’manburg.

- Tommy says he likes Ghostbur because he’s “like real Wilbur but less torturous”

- TECHNO STREAM POG. He wants to move his pets.

- Sapnap confronts Tommy and says that he was ordered to kill him since Tommy stepped outside of the walls.

- Punz raises the wall. Phil and Ranboo come online.

- Phil puts on armor in L’manburg and says he must go. He meets with Techno just outside the wall - it’s time for Phil to join forces with the pig.

- Techno kills Tommy. Mexico is declared Dream SMP canon.

- Wilbur comes online and starts talking to Sapnap. Tommy says that the best apology gift is DRUGSS. Ghostbur asks Tommy where Techno is and then leaves.

- Sapnap is in denial about Dream not caring about him. Tommy tells him bluntly, and Sapnap says that at least he has Tommy as a friend - a continuation of his character arc from the Final Pet War on the 15th.

- Ghostbur roasts Techno for not knowing how to make a fishing rod and tells Tommy and Techno that he’s in “the ravine.” They all meet up at the lake where Techno’s base was, putting the pets in boats.

- The Sleepy Bois have a family confrontation. Techno asks him if Tommy’s life has improved from the new government. Phil points out that Techno was very clear about his intentions the whole time. Ghostbur says he and Techno go way back. Tommy says he’s just there for Ghostbur.

- Tommy and Ghostbur split off and Tommy tells Ghostbur a story about “two guys,” with Tommy putting him and Wilbur as “these two good guys, but one of the good guys had turned into a bit of a bad guy,” and Techno as “a medium guy.” Ghostbur remembers more than Tommy realized.

- Tommy lies to Ghostbur and says that Techno made the crater.

- Connor drops by. Tommy says he wants to get the Camarvan back in drug-brewing business.

- Ghostbur and Sapnap continue speaking. Ghostbur remembers that Sapnap was on the other side and calls him a “traitor like Eret” for now being with Tommy.

- It rains again... 

In Tubbo’s words, “Jesus has OP”

- Tommy captures a pet bat. “It’s like a moth but bigger!”

- They drug the president

- Meanwhile, Phil and Techno are hanging out together in Techno’s ice village, now strong allies.

- Tubbo isn’t swayed by Tommy’s apology gift. Tommy speaks with Ghostbur on the Power Tower. Ghostbur says he’ll follow Tommy no matter what happens.

- Quackity and George build a new mushroom house right outside Tommy’s new L’manburg house to piss him off

- Sapnap joins the call and immediately tells George that Dream said he didn’t care about them, and that those in Mexican L’manburg have to band together since Dream no longer has care for anyone. George is shocked and literally spits out his water. 

- Sapnap leaves, Quackity starts reading How to Sex 2 and IT RAINS AGAIN. 

- Quackity starts acting strange and screeching but he calms down once George gets him inside the church. Quackity has a revelation that all the world is made of “1′s and 0′s,” and says that he can never leave the church without the peace leaving him. He says that he killed everyone important in his life except for George, that he has no one left. George seems to be confused at who is talking to him.

“I am alive, George.”

...

- Quackity returns to normal and starts talking about the house in front of Tommy’s again. He and George continue their hijinks. George gets scammed by Fundy, he and Quackity start messing around with item frames and maps. They need leather and ask Techno about his cow farm. Techno responds that the spirits of the cows call for revenge. They start running.

- George starts gathering wheat. This is his grave mistake. Techno, invisible but showing through armor, chases him down and almost kills him but spares him at half a heart. George and Techno chat for a bit after Techno leaves the area.

- Then Quackity streams the first part of their plan to prank the entire SMP with pictures. Just a funny stream! Funny pranks! Haha funnies! hahahahahahaha

- PSYCHE u rly thought huh?? u rly thought??

- Dream comes online and announces that George is being dethroned.  He claims that he’s doing this to protect George, since George has been getting attacked more and more lately. But later on he lets it slip that George was, in his eyes, a “bad king” and was getting too involved to stay neutral, especially when it came to Mexican L’manburg. He makes Eret the king again. Worth mentioning is the fact that Eret still plans to adopt Fundy, and Dream and Fundy are getting married tomorrow...

- Everyone escorts George down the Path, George’s head hung low. Sapnap is angry at Dream, Dream accuses Sapnap of driving them apart. Sapnap says that he’ll stand with George.

- Sapnap, George and Quackity all reconvene at Mexican L’manburg. They decide to fight for George’s crown back, and also speak with Badboyhalo about possibly combining forces with the Badlands to do so.

- Dream shoots Quackity and orders an attack on George. He messages Quackity to not even dare trying to take back power.

- Later, Dream rejoins VC and he and Quackity get into a moral debate about the ethics of hostile government takeovers, who’s at fault for the conflict on the server, and why Dream is doing all of this. Dream points out that the last willing giveaway of the discs was from Tommy to Dream for the birth of L’manburg, and that Tommy only has the discs now because he stole them. The rain falls again as they speak.

- Dream leaves. Mexican L’manburg is the only place left for George to fight for. Sapnap has turned against Dream. The Badlands are getting involved, and Quackity has to speak to Tubbo about all of this. 

- Meanwhile, Puffy is replacing Tommy’s stone bricks with polished granite.

- The funny haha’s return as everyone continues doing the SMP prank. Fun!

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Upcoming Events:

- Karl will be touring Pokimane around the SMP next week!

- Tommy’s exile decision is tomorrow

- Fundy is getting married to Dream tomorrow

- IS THE ELYTRA CHALLENGE STILL HAPPENING I DON’T KNOW PLEASE JUST TELL US

[itsabardknocklife]

#these are actually great and capture him as a character extremely well#thank u op#if you ever write for him i would love to read it#rolan

Good news! I am extremely slowly writing an extremely slow burn RolanXTav fic starring *points to icon* that beautiful disaster.

The bad news is that I'm the one writing it, so it'll probably never be finished. The temptation to write JUST the scenes with Rolan is extremely strong.

Romantic Rolan Headcanons

While Rolan isn't the most experienced person in Baldur's Gate, he's not the least, either. However, he has spent most of his time either looking out for Cal and Lia or studying magic, and he hasn't had that much time to seek out romantic interests.

He's Fine With This, because he considers himself picky, anyway. He wants someone who respects his commitment to his family and his work, and doesn't try to push him into blowing either off to spend time with them.

On that note, not only does Rolan want someone he feels is his equal, he expects his partner to consider HIM their equal as well. The world at large does its best to belittle and humiliate him on its own; he doesn't want a partner who does the same as well.

Praise kink? Rolan? He'd never admit to it outright, but he loves give praise as much as he loves to receive it. Not just because he likes the sound of his own voice, but because he wants to make his partner feel as loved and cherished as they make him feel.

Honestly, he just loves talking. He loves spending evenings on the roof of the tower, curled up together with a bottle of wine as he and his partner watch the stars. He wants to hear about their dreams! He wants to hear about their passions and how they spend their days. Every little thought that passes through their head is valuable in his eyes.

Another thing he likes but won't outright admit to is being taken care of. He's been watching over Cal and Lia for so long, it's nice when someone takes the time to do care for him. Having his hair brushed, sharing baths where his partner washes his back, even just having someone bring him coffee or tea while he's studying makes him feel wanted and loved.

Though Rolan isn't big on public displays of affection, he does love showing his partner off. Holding hands, placing his hand on their shoulder or lower back, or leaning against them subtly are the ways he stakes his claim (He's not possessive though - just proud).

He also likes it when his partner wears jewelry or clothing he's picked out. Rolan is no slouch when it comes to fashion; he knows that looking good is the key to being taken seriously, so he always picks out things that suit his partner and make them look good.

Bonus Saucy Headcanon

Rolan is a Switch with a Dominant streak. He likes to watch his partner when they're riding him, but he also likes being the one in control. He likes to be the one who makes them gasp, to draw forth every little moan and whimper of pleasure. Whether that's because his partner is tied up and helpless beneath him or on his knees before them doesn't matter.

[dubiousdisco]

ok so i finished Telltale Batman and have a lot of feelings! i did the vigilante route and i'm so grateful to this game for giving John at least one good ending because man the other endings are depressing. i'm watching villain route videos and Bruce has the option to tell John he broke his heart and that he needed him??? and here i was thinking John's feelings were one-sided but i guess not (and OF COURSE this is only revealed in the route where their relationship is irrevocably destroyed). i do love how John retains his fondness for Bruce even in the villain route. augh its so good i need more ;u;

I KEPT TRYING TO FIND THE POST WHERE OP SAYS IT KILLS THEM THAT THEY BOTH ADMIT THEIR FEELINGS BUT ONLY IN DIFFERENT ROUTES TO LINK IT HERE BUT I COULDN'T ANYWAY, yeah,same! I think it's a good mirror of their relationship in the comics, just the tragedy of never being able to be on the same course. I wasn't expecting bruce to ever say anything like that even if he felt it, john was really important to him and it broke me

I love that as well!! John's feelings are so endearing, they really captured what makes people like comics! joker in the first place, and I find that in this game you can really understand why in the future bruce would refuse to kill the joker in any situation, they set it up perfectly.

They really went and gave john a good ending, just when I thought they couldn't surpass themselves, tbh it was the first time I've ever seen a joker and batman story with a good ending

I NEVER THOUGHT THEY'D GO THERE I WAS ONLY PREPARED FOR THE TRAGEDY

i really really really want more of this universe, I'm glad you enjoyed the ride and you shared it with me anon 😭❤❤❤

[sandupommelfrog]

It’s Yunmeng’s Gym Leader, Jiang Cheng! (”You are challenged by....” template from Asmaee)

I started thinking ab Yunmeng Sibs pokemon teams in this post, and I could not stop!

In this au, the sects are towns/gyms. Yunmeng’s big with a lot of rivers and swamps, so the Yunmeng gym leader has historically also been in charge of the Yunmeng Rescue Ops. They’re kind of function like pokemon rangers but without capture stylists.

I watch competitive pokemon matches but am by no means an expert or strategist lol. ive put my thoughts on his team comp below the read more as well as some au thoughts

so he’s the master of 3 poisons so you fucking know he’s spamming toxic baybee!

Dragalge/Shore-lene

He got Shore-lene while on the gym circuit! She was the second pokemon he caught, and he found her near the shoreline so “shore-lene” like “Marlene.” It was originally spelled “Shoreline” but he got tired of correcting people.

He sets up toxic spikes w Shore-lene, and if they’re cleared or he doesn’t end up doing it, his other poke’s can use toxic. Shore-lene has flip turn in case she needs to get out and scald to help deal with steel types.

Scolipede/Scuttles

He got Scuttles from his mum when he was a kid, after he got Growlithe/Love, Eevee/Jasmine Totodile/Princess. Growlithe was sent away when WWX came, and Princess uhhh died later on. So Scuttles is very precious to him. Before she evolved, he would hold her up to people like “isn’t she so cute?!”

Scuttles is meant to be a hard hitter, and I was thinking of putting swords dance on him so he’d have more sweep potential, but I thought the type coverage granted by earthquake would be better idk.

Crobat/Sandu

Sandu was the first pokemon Jiang Cheng caught! He loves her dearly and as a kid, would secretly dote on her (as well as his other pokemon). He dotes on them more openly now that he’s Gym/Rescue Ops leader and has gone to therapy. She liked to just sit on his head when she was smaller but it’s much less feasible now.

Sandu’s super fang helps deal with steel types and other not great type matchups, and she can do some noice hits with acrobatics after her berry’s eaten. Toxic bc of course I had to put toxic on sandu and u-turn to get out of dodge.

Umbreon/Jasmine

It’s tradition in the Jiang family to give every kid an Eevee when they turn 5, and this was Jiang Cheng’s first pokemon! He’s very cat-like in personality, and JC complains about him all the time but always gives him treats and belly rubs.

Jasmine’s a wall/staller w/ wish and substitute as well as someone to deal with psychic types. If toxic spikes is still set up, then he can just vibe while the opponent loses health to bad poison. If not, he can use toxic.

Espeon/Suibian

As you can guess, Suibian was originally Wei Wuxian’s eevee. After WWX disappeared and came back with a god(?) and some very scary ghost pokemon, he stopped using Suibian, and JC started taking care of her, even though she wasn’t on his team in a formal capacity. After WWX disappeared again, and it didn’t seem like he was coming back, JC added her to his team, and she evolved under his care.

Suibian can set up reflect for some extra defense as well as deal with psychic types with shadow ball. She’s a heavy hitter, esp if she can get some calm minds off.

Gyrados/Sunshine

It’s Sunshine! Jiang Cheng won her in a festival when he was like 8 and was very adamant about keeping her, despite his parents being pretty judgemental. After a lot of hard work and determination, she evolved and is ready to wreck shop!

Sunshine has that moxie/dragon dance combo for sweeping as well as a lum berry to get rid of status conditions but esp burns/paralysis. Pretty straightforward.