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icb han found his long lost son @liberaetor

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#𝙰𝙺𝚄𝙽𝙰𝙰        𝙱𝙾𝙳𝙴 𝙰𝙺𝚄𝙽𝙰 .                 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘, 𝐄𝐗-████ ██████.

indie , 21+ writer , private & semi-sel , NOVELLA-PREFERRED / MULTI-PARA ONLY , canon div. / alt. verse / oc / crossover / duplicate friendly , heavily headcanon-developed , EU-canon / legends-lore based , heavily canon divergent bode a. from star wars jedi: survivor.                  please read rules before interacting.

      brought to life by vincent.   est. 2024.   updated 2025. links.  𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙳  𝚁𝙴𝙶𝚂  𝙳𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙴𝚁  𝙲𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚇

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@magikborn | continued from [ x ]

              ❝𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻  𝙸𝚃  𝙰𝙸𝙽’𝚃,❞  𝙷𝙰𝙽  𝚂𝙽𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳,  𝙻𝙾𝚄𝙳𝙴𝚁  𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙿𝙴𝚁  𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽  𝙷𝙴  𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽𝚃  𝙸𝚃 , but what more could he say to such a stupid dismissal?  did luke think he was blind?   han had perfectly functioning eyeballs, thank you very much, and he could see for himself the ‘nick’ on luke’s arm was a deep, ugly laceration that stretched from his wrist to his elbow.  far from minor.  hell, the kid looked like a ghost from across the docks, pale-faced and cradling his arm to his chest like it might fall off any second.

             ❝star’s end,❞ han muttered under his breath, suddenly caught somewhere between genuine concern and the mounting irritation of knowing this was likely the result of yet another reckless stunt. wouldn’t be the first time, either. goddammit. dropping the quatdriver next to the falcon’s latest upgrade component, he closed the distance in a forced march, his scowl deepening the closer luke came into view.   why was it that every time han turned his back, the kid managed to find trouble?  and how the hell was luke always so karkin’ good at getting himself hurt?

    ❝just a scratch, huh?❞ hip cocked, han jabbed a finger toward the trail of blood drops leading back to the main building, his brow climbing high enough to hit orbit. ❝you wanna try sellin’ that story to the blood on the ground?❞

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appreciation post for @lncarnon !! han has been lost in the warframe universe for 8+ years, and teshin still hasn't given up on this fool 💕

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. UPDATE

dropping in to say i'm not dead, just elsewhere in the swrpc !!

. BLOG ROLL @keztis - cal kestis from jedi: fallen order & survivor. @akunaa - bode akuna from jedi: survivor ( canon div. ) @skysaunter - vaderkin / vader / anakin | luke skywalker / starkiller

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#𝙰𝙺𝚄𝙽𝙰𝙰        𝙱𝙾𝙳𝙴 𝙰𝙺𝚄𝙽𝙰 .                 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘, 𝐄𝐗-████ ██████.

indie , 21+ writer , private & semi-sel , NOVELLA-PREFERRED / MULTI-PARA ONLY , canon div. / alt. verse / oc / crossover / duplicate friendly , heavily headcanon-developed , EU-canon / legends-lore based , heavily canon divergent bode a. from star wars jedi: survivor.                  please read rules before interacting.

      brought to life by vincent.   est. 2024.   updated 2025. links.  𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙳  𝚁𝙴𝙶𝚂  𝙳𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙴𝚁  𝙲𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚇

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sat down, wrote barely a paragraph, and then my washing machine flooded my entire kitchen 💀

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🧧 恭喜發財!! 新年快樂!! 🧧 happy lunar new year!! may the new year bring us all abundance!!

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cleaned out my follow list. nothing personal; please feel free to refollow if you still wanna interact ♥♡ i know han's technically been gone since last year 💀 coughs

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#𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐏𝐂𝐃𝐑 —— independent & semi-selective commander shepard of mass effect. ( vanguard; ruthless & earthborn. renegon alignment, with a narrative focus on a progressive renegade -> paragon arc. ) ... uplifted by written by jude !

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i have so many muses already but. i love fallen order so much. i can't.... resist.

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              𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚁𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙰  𝙼𝙰𝙽  𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴  𝙻𝚄𝙺𝙴  𝚂𝙺𝚈𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙴𝚁  𝙷𝙰𝙳𝙽’𝚃  𝙴𝚇𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙻𝚈  𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽  𝙰  𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿.     not by a long shot.  the guy was handsome, brilliant, and—let’s face it—still way too good for someone like han solo, a plain bastard who had spent most of his life dodging the consequences of his own actions.

their relationship had started off like something out of a storybook, though han hadn’t realized it at the time.  luke wasn’t just what han had wanted—he was what han had needed and more.  so much more than he ever thought he deserved. within months of seeing each other, han had done the unthinkable: he’d ( mostly ) traded in his life of crime, enrolled in school, and—despite many challenges—earned that piloting license he’d always dreamed of.  from there, things had snowballed, and before he knew it, he stood in front of a packed classroom, lecturing wide-eyed students on the finer points of archaeology and history.

             𝐃𝐑. 𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎, 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘. who would’ve thought? if someone had told him years ago that he’d end up here—legit, respectable, and somehow still alive—he’d have laughed them straight out of the bar. and yet, here he was, hale and hearty.

for the first couple of years, things had been great.  smooth sailing, really.  and then, luke skywalker dropped an absolute bombshell that shattered han’s entire understanding of the universe. magic was real. supernatural creatures?  real.  spellcasters?  real. every fairy tale, every wild story han had brushed off as childhood nonsense?  all of it was real documented history.   moreover, luke wasn’t just some pretty face with a knack for the impossible; he was a spellcaster, and not just any spellcaster, either—no, that would’ve been too easy.  luke skywalker was a spell-slinging, water-breathing, legend-in-the-making merman with a bloodline that stretched back through countless centuries of incomprehensibly powerful spellcasters: names whispered in myths, feared by mankind, and revered by the supernatural elite.

because of course han solo, against all odds, had managed to stumble his way into an ancient, mystical world where he didn’t belong.

even so, han solo didn’t consider himself an unlucky man.       growing up an orphan and diving headfirst into a life of crime by his pre-teens, han figured he was pretty damn lucky he hadn’t died face-down in some back alley.  instead, he’d found love in the most unexpected of places, discovered that love wasn’t exactly human, and somehow ended up married to said supernatural being. . .    to top it off, he had a biological son.

matthew solo-skywalker: half-human, half-mer, and—like his father—an anomaly in every sense of the word.  but han had never been the narrow-minded type.  he loved his kid, gills and all, and over the years, he’d proven time and time again that he’d do anything for his family.

however, that didn’t mean han was happy about how things had been going lately.

for starters, there was matt’s whole lunar cycle thing—or was it an ocean cycle?  han didn’t even know what the hell to call it.  none of it made sense, and it was damn near impossible to keep up with  ( he was an archeologist, not an oceanographer or whatever ). but one thing was certain: matt would vanish beneath the waves, sometimes for months.  once, for nearly a year!   matt was only nineteen. . . or so.  han couldn’t say for sure.  hell, the kid had spent barely five years total in his house—five years was hardly enough time to really know someone, let alone raise them.  damned accelerated merfolk aging.  made no sense that matt had grown two, maybe three times faster than an average human, yet his grandfather and granduncle looked the same age as they had decades ago—never a day past twenty-seven!

han resisted the urge to rub at his temples. the universe had a goddamned sick sense of humor sometimes.                ❝great seein’ you too, kid, but when’re you comin’ home?  it’s been months,❞ han added, after a quick breath. it shouldn't have come down to this, luring matt out of the sea with freshly grilled ( corellian-style ) burgers, but what else could he have done?

devouring the burger his father had dropped unceremoniously had been a violent affair. the sight was more akin to that of a shiver of sharks frenziedly tearing out chunks of whale rather than a ravenous mer devouring a hamburger mid-fall; a show of deadly speed brought on by savage instinct. matt had caught his delicious prize between his teeth and, in one fell swoop, had swallowed it whole. it had taken only seconds. what little scraps did remain were now nothing more than flecks, soggy with salt water, smeared against the deck. and while matt longed to lick up every mouthwateringly delicious morsel, he had the decency to stop himself. he may be a mershark, but he wasn't a mindless animal. his parents had raised him with better manners than that. and besides, matt had a much more pressing, much more important matter to attend to: 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝.

fed and content, matt offered his father an apologetic grin for nearly capsizing his boat —a grin that would have seemed far more deadly than meek if it had been pointed at anyone other than his old man. ❝ha ha. sorry, dad. i, uh, got a little too excited.❞ his smile, full of sharp, serrated teeth, gleamed bright and menacing in the sunlight, yet matt was nothing but docile —as harmless as a guppy— lounging sprawled across Han's ship as if he was the one who owned it.

❝your burgers are just really good.❞ the dreamy exclamation left him with a sigh. matt could still taste the perfectly charred meat, the buttery toasted bun, the thick cut slices of fresh tomato, and the crisp lettuce —truly, han's burgers were far better, in matt's personal opinion, than anything the ocean had to offer; not even the soft, buttery insides of a sea urchin or the chewy flesh of a squid could compare. maybe, he thought, it was time for him to spend some time haunting his father's kitchen instead of the seafloor.

time spent underwater seemed to pass differently than it did ashore; days and nights blended together seamlessly in the murky depths. and he often lost track of the days, more concerned with perusing for food or lulling along with the ocean's currents. matt wasn't sure just how long he'd spent amongst the seafloor; long enough, it seemed, that his dear old man saw fit to lure him out with 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. matt couldn't help but beam at his dad, overjoyed that he'd traveled all this way to see him. he could hug the man, and would, despite the challenge having a tail posed. the waterlogged blond was no less determined to wrap his dear old dad up in a hug.

using nothing but the solid strength of his arms to drag his bulky body across the deck, matt crawled towards where han clung to the railing and hefted himself up. with his full weight now balanced on half the vessel, the ship rolled to its side, almost dipping into the ocean. almost. as the ship continued to rock, the mershark outstretched an arm and captured his father in a wet embrace —one so tight that it could give an octopus a run for its money. ❝i missed you!❞ hopefully, han could forgive this soggy hug.

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       ❝KID  ──  i’ve flown from one side of this galaxy to the other.  i’ve seen a lot of strange stuff, but i’ve never seen anything to make me believe there’s one all-powerful force controlling everything.  there’s NO mystical energy field that controls my destiny.  it’s all a lot of simple tricks and NONSENSE.❞

          indie, 18+, semi-sel , para / novella-preferred,            au / oc friendly, & heavily headcanon-developed.              han s. brought to life by vincent.   est. 2012.

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@techniiciian 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 :: even this far down in freezing depths of the vast ocean's matt's sensitive nose could, amongst the schools of fish and casts of crabs, pick out the distinct smell of ― ❝burgers!❞

for a docile nurse shark content to spend his days drifting lazily along the seabed scavenging for scraps, he sure could pick up deadly speed when his interest was peaked. fish scattered out of his way, unwilling to become concussed by the torpedo that was matt. his single minded goal of getting to the burgers that called to him like sirens to sailors propelled him upward and upward.

with an intensity that rivaled a great white the mer found himself breaking the surface of the water. air stung at his gills , making his lungs burn. the sun warmed his chilled body and he could almost bask in the warmth that spread through him, but then the was falling.

he glimpsed for a moment, the only person who would be this far out with such a delectable treat: his father. the man looked a mix of surprise and shock as he knelt near the edge of his ship with a burger in his hand.

❝hi da ―❞ and then matt hit the the deck with a loud, wet thud; all the air and water in his lungs leaving him upon impact.

              𝚆𝙰𝚂  𝙸𝚃  𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴  𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙻 ,  𝙸𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙲𝚃𝚄𝙰𝙻  𝚁𝙴𝙵𝙻𝙴𝚇  𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳𝚆𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙳  𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾  𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚆’𝚂  𝙳𝙽𝙰?    or was his frantic, wet flailing just raw panic—another reaction to surfacing too quickly?

han solo didn’t know; he never had, and if he was honest with himself, he still wasn’t sure he wanted to.  there were things in this world—strange, unfathomable things—that simple, ordinary men like him had no business understanding.  certain greater powers—whoever or whatever they were—probably kept those mysteries hidden for a reason.  be it fate, science, or something else entirely, he figured it was better not to pull at those threads.

sometimes, ignorance really was bliss.

well, not always.  but in this case?  hell yeah, it was.  and han could live with that.

❝kid!❞ han barked, nearly dropping the burger in his hand as his son—now an adult-sized merman—thrashed wildly across the deck of the boat.  at some point, the burger slipped from his fingers anyway, falling into the chaos of the moment and vanishing without a trace.

one second it was there, the next it was gone.  matthew had probably gobbled it up before it even hit the deck.

han shook his head in resigned disbelief.   the kid’s appetite had been unnerving even as a baby—always hungry, always consuming.  that shark-like instinct never went away…  amazing how that worked.  would he just keep growing?  what about his human form?  what happened when the water finally called to him for good?  what would han do then?

                    ❝kid, quit your thrashin’!❞ han snapped, gripping the handrail with both hands like his life depended on it.  because at this rate, it probably did.  ❝you’re gonna sink m’damn boat!❞

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never forget the falcon was so shoddily & informally put together in some places that the main computer system used slang / vulgar language, which upset threepio, who was basically like "why is this ship cussing at me"

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❄️ !! happy 冬至 | winter solstice !! ❄️

UPDATE: after fighting with amazon / my amazon seller bc they refused to ship my stuff for like almost 3 weeks, my final pc part came in, only for me to find out my cpu is bottlenecking when i try doing legit anything on my pc. guess my cpu just can't handle my new gpu 💀 anyway, ordered a new cpu, which also requires a new motherboard and DDR5 ram. thankfully, i have until feb to return my old cpu and mobo, but man, sucks to face yet another setback, but at least it's an easy fix!!!