#AiTan

[aitan]

Sostenitori di Trump innalzano cartellini con scritte innocenti: DEPORTAZIONE DI MASSA - ORA! e, a lato, LA PACE CON LA FORZA.

Si prospetta un mondo meraviglioso! Mi sembra di essere nei favolosi anni '30 del secolo scorso.

Sto sereno.

(Parola di aitan)

[nucarnievents]

Bite Vol. 2 Now Released!

Calling all Daster Week 2024 participants and anyone else aboard the Aster/Dante ship! Volume 2 of our free commemorative zine, Bite, is now available for download!

Over 270 pages of delicious art and writing for your tastebuds to savor. ~

Download the free PDF here! And if you missed out on last year's copy, you can head on over to the Carrd page to snag Volume 1 there!

[muquesko]

*This particular series is deemed for kids, please don’t comment otherwise*

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*Camera used: Nikon Backside Illumi-nationCMOS

The location where the photo was taken: Illinois

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*Series: Mr. Jenkins’ Belly*                                 

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I’m not sure the light coming from the street light is a nice effect, but I like it!

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*Characters:

1. Aitan_Goodfox (Fox, Arctic Fox)

[mrchiipchrome]

Work

W.C. - 1.2 k

a/n: I’ve been having so much fun dealing with migraines, a break up, exams and getting an eye infection that I’ve totally forgot to write, so take this as a sort of apology:)

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It wasn’t hard to be the best footballer in the world’s girlfriend. All things considered, life with Aitana was pretty good, amazing even, if it weren’t for Aitana’s incessant need to ask people if they were employed.

It started small, when Aitana first met your family in Sweden, she had asked your brother whether he worked or not, happy when he started raving about his work, happy to find someone as passionate about their work as her.

Since that interaction it seemed like she searched that passion out in every interaction she had, going as far as to climb over rows of seats in order to speak to people.

She was nothing short of a social butterfly, and you were her anti-social caterpillar. The Swede in you was drawn to the Spanish affectionate nature even if it was vastly different from your own.

Your tiny girlfriend was as much of a magician on the pitch as she was off it, her ability to simply vanish the second you took your eyes off her was quite impressive, but not very enjoyable on your part. You almost had to invest in a private investigator to figure out how she did it, the way she always fooled you simply driving you crazy to the point of oblivion.

Still, you loved her strange habits simply for the fortune of having her, having her in every way imaginable.

You loved getting to hold her even as she squirmed to get away, kisses raining down on her face after a long game, using your substantially taller frame to put some space between her feet and the ground so that she wouldn’t be able to get away.

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Your muscles ache as your feet thump against the ground, the last game before a small break one of great performances, you yourself slipping 4 goals past the keeper, all of them assisted by your wonderful girlfriend.

Still, despite your obviously tired appearance, you were still ushered away to the corner of the pitch for an interview, being handed a man of the match award for your efforts during the game. This meant that your girlfriend was left unsupervised, your tired mind mixed with needing to seem professional before the camera completely taking up all your attention, meaning you didn’t immediately notice your girlfriend beelining for the stands.

“So, how does it feel to be back in the squad after the hamstring injury?” The reporter looks at you intently, trying her hardest to stare into your soul, or that’s at least what it seems like.

“Yeah, I mean it’s always special to be part of this squad, I’m not even going to lie and say that it’s been easy sitting on the bench when all I wanted was to jump on the field and score again but ultimately I got through it. I’m really happy with the performance as well, my beautiful girlfriend assisted all my goals so that makes it even better.” You smile widely when you mention your girlfriend, seeing through half-lidded eyes as the reporter's smile drops before she plasters it back on.

‘No need to be unprofessional now’ you think to yourself, looking away from her in search of that girlfriend to see if she could save you from the creepy situation.

But in your attempt to catch your girlfriend’s attention, you see her about to climb over the railings to talk to fans. You know that it’s dangerous, not only because of the altitude, but also because you never knew the intentions of some fans.

Somewhere in the background you can hear the reporter speaking to you, but you don’t pay her any mind, simply getting more anxious the longer you are standing there.

“It has to be special to be back with your teammates-”

“Perdón!” Is all you’re able to get out before you take off in Aitana’s direction, your legs no longer aching thankfully enough.

Your hands latch around her hips, tugging her softly away from the railing like you would a cat that had burrowed its claws into the couch. Aitana yelps as she looks back at you suspiciously, her hands coming down to rest on your shoulders when she realized that she didn’t have any plan of escape, seemingly just accepting her fate.

There are multiple cameras pointed at you, including the social media manager’s, so you just know that the interaction would find itself on the internet by the time you would be sitting in the bus.

Strangely enough, you didn’t mind that fact all that much, liking that the world would see how much you loved your girlfriend, maybe it would discourage reporters from trying to shoot their shot with you.

“Hey there pretty lady, whatchu’ doin’?” Aitana smiles at you innocently, acting like she totally didn’t try to climb over the railings. She presses a quick kiss to your cold cheek, enjoying the way your face darkens a few shades, the red spreading up your cheeks like food coloring in water.

It leads her to continue, kisses soon being placed on every single space on your face, with you soon blending in with the tomatoes you were growing in your garden.

“You are very cute.” She whispers lowly, her eyes flitting over your face as she smiles, keeping the words between the two of you like it was a secret only meant for your ears. Perhaps it was, you never knew with Aitana.

“And you are trying to distract me from the fact that you were totally trying to climb up into the stands. You’re lucky to be adorable, because Jona is one more abandoned interview away from benching me.” You boop her nose, shifting her body around so that your left arm was the only thing holding her body up, her arms still around your shoulders.

Walking back towards the interviewer, her professional smile drops from her face the second she sees Aitana perched on your arm, but nonetheless you approach her civilly. Aitana smiles brightly at the camera soon pointed at her again, media training mixed with the attention she’s getting from you being the perfect situation for the camera.

“Hola, lo siento, this one was getting herself into trouble. Had to get her out, don’t want the gaffer to bench the superstar now do we?” You motion towards Aitana with your head, the girl still sitting perched atop your arm slapping the back of your head lightly. Switching her around again, you quickly put her down back on her own feet, Aitana’s arms coming down to wrap around your waist tightly, almost possessive in a way.

“Thank you for today, that was all we needed. Here’s your man of the match trophy.” You get handed the trophy, turning to your girlfriend to brag, only to find her gone once more, her small body shooting across the pitch to get as much space between you two as she could.

It was almost as if you could see into the future as she jumps up and throws herself over the railings, giggling madly along the way.

You start to laugh too, the high speed chase the biggest highlight of the day, because not even scoring 4 goals could overshadow spending even a second laughing with your girl.

And even though Mapi would be teasing you for weeks about the absolute lovesick actions that day, you wouldn’t have it any different, besides you had more than enough ammunition to be able to blackmail her for eternity, so it didn’t really matter anyways.

[murachinchi]

remember my AiTan kimegaku au?? they are now married with a kid

[woso-dreamzzz]

The way we are all so unanimous in our decision that when it comes to Aitana and Ma'am!R, Leah would have zero chill about it and just freak out 😂

The first time Leah sees Aitana after the announcement, she has no idea how to interact with her for a couple minute

Just like 'umm...hey aitan-uh...your highness?? Miss??? 😰'

Leah is just so annoyed that this has even happened because she's the Lioness captain which means she comes into contact with royalty a lot which just makes it even stranger when royalty is also an opponent

[beautiful-basque-country]

Last Saturday (Aug 17th) Basque actress Itziar Ituño of Money Heist fame was the herald of Aste Nagusia [Bilbo main festivities] and this is an excerpt of her emotional speech:

Aktorea; pertsona, ez pertsonajea; Basauritarra, Solokoetxen jaioa, Bilbon jaioa. Aitan partez, bizkaitarra; aman partez, naparra; euskaldunbarri harroa AEKri esker. Langilegia, langilegia beti. Feminista hutse, hutse. Bai, las 11 de Basauri neure auzokoak ziren, Kalero auzokoak. Eta hamaika emakume haien arima beretik abisu inportantea: ez dogu ezelango eraso sexistak onartuko, ez Aste Nagusian ez inon bez.

An actor; a person, not a character; from Basauri, born in Solokoetxe, born in Bilbo. On my father's side, Biscayan; on my mother's side, Navarrese. Proud new Basque speaker thanks to AEK [Basque academy]. A hard worker, always a hard worker. A complete, complete feminist. Yes, las 11 de Basauri were my neighbors, neighbors of Kalero. And from the same soul of those 11 women: we won't accept any sexist attack of any kind, not in Aste Nagusia not anywhere else.

[x]

[estonian-is-horrible]

Tere, mina olen VASKUSS, harilik vaskuss!

Palun ära tee mulle haiget, sest ma olen TÄIESTI OHUTU ja AITAN SIND AIATÖÖDEL! Tulin Sulle appi nälkjate, tigude, tõukude ja röövikute arvukust ohjeldama.

Heade soovidega, Sinu vaskuss

facebook translate:

Hello, I'm the LEFT side, regular left side!

Please don't hurt me because I am TOTALLY SAFE and WILL HELP YOU WITH YOUR GARDEN WORK! I came to help you control the number of slugs, snails, breeds and predators.

With good wishes, Your fat ass

[hiidenneiti]

Pääskyjen liverrys poutaisella taivaalla. Pihlajanoksan varjo aitan seinällä. Ruskettuneet lapset marjaropeineen. Niityllä torkkuva hevonen, takanaan säihkyvä ulappa. Sitä kaikkea ei voi kyllikseen katsella. Tuntee olevansa kyllin pieni ollakseen varma ja levollinen. Tuntee olevansa tarpeeton tarpeettomassa maailmassa, jota aurinko paistaa. Tuntee el��män niin lapsekkaan avuttomana haparoivan, kompastelevan, kapealla laudalla, kahden tyhjyyden välissä. Oi aurinko kuinka se paistaa! Maa heilimöi, pääskyt livertävät, meri säihkyy, pihlajanoksan varjo keinuu edestakaisin aitan harmajassa seinässä. Oi elämä, ei mitään turhempaa, ei kipeämpää, ei kauniimpaa. Oi kuolema, ei mitään lempeämpää.

Poutapäivä. Aaro Hellaakoski. Teoksessa Runot. WSOY, 1953, 1966.

[b0ringasfuck]

Il valore dell'istruzione

@aitan ha recentemente scritto un post a proposito delle intenzioni del governo di rendere la vita ai diplomifici più difficile.

Valditara è un professore universitario.

Oggi c'è in giro un sacco di gente che si lamenta degli "esperti" e della scienza mainstream e avrebbe voluto curare il covid con l'invermectina.

Renzo Bossi, quello laureato a sua insaputa a Tirana, porta a casa un'indennità di 40000 Euro per essere stato in consiglio regionale della Lombardia 2 anni.

Il valore dell'educazione è provare a darsi una spiegazione coerente di tutti questi fatti.

[aitan]

Un racconto fantascientifico ma non troppo di aitan.

[lionews]

I've seen hacked accounts on Discord say what Aitan is saying in pretty much in the same way. It's wild that it's getting used for LD accounts now a days.

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[alexbkrieger13]

Aitan’s idol didn’t really put horan for her second that lady gave me anxiety all throughout the swent game im still haunted by her head 😂😂😂😂

P definitely loves to surprise us

[roughdrafthero]

Hiii long time fan here that just recently went on a rereading binge (ventures, leviathan, aitan lesser) - I recall you had a website where you posted your more hardcore stories? I really really want to reread whiskey and thicker than blood! ><

lol I feel like my line between hardcore stories and not got dropped a long time ago 😅 But anyway, those two aren't up anywhere for now. I'm trying to keep the number of accessible WIPs down so as not to trap some unwitting new reader.

[engshoujosei]

Momogumi Plus Senki

4 volumes (canceled/dropped in English)

Originally licensed by Tokyopop, then Viz Media digitally.

Yuuki Momozono, a transfer student to Aitan Private School, has an incredible power - He is actually the reincarnation of a Japanese hero, Momotaro. He must break the curse that was set upon him by 7 devils in his previous life, a curse that will bring misfortune to him and his friends, and kill him on his 18th birthday unless he kills the 7 devils before then. Three guardians with super powers and masks showed up to protect Yuuki, but how far can Yuuki live before his time is up?

Status in Country of Origin

22 Volumes (Ongoing)

Tags:

Animal Transformation

Based on a Folktale

Curse/s

Demon Hunter/s

Disaster-Prone

Friendship

Guardian/s

Historical Persons

Imminent Death

Important Family

Important Non-Romantic Relationship/s

Japanese Folklore

Reincarnation

Seeing Things Other Humans Can't

Strong Female Lead

Strong Male Lead

Swordsman

[crazy-so-na-sega]

C’è chi si fa di eroina Chi di coca e chi di coccoina. C’è chi si fa di crack, Chi fuma cobret e chi mescalina. C’è chi assume farmaci, Chi prostitute e chi metamfetamina. C’è chi prende tranquillanti, Chi barbiturici e chi acqua frizzantina. C’è chi si fa la ketamina, Chi l’MDA e chi sua cugina.

Io sono fatto di parole come un tossicomane all’ultimo stadio.

-aitan