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Tonight, we’re celebrating @mistandmemories, a brilliant new writer in the Acotar community who's already making waves! 🔥

If you’re an Azris lover, you NEED to check out their story, A Song of Bonds and Legacies. Prepare to be swept away by stunning world-building, deliciously deep lore, and Azriel/Eris angst that hits all the right notes. 😍🔥 (((Okay but seriously the characterization is SPOT ON))))

She's also cooking up something for Eris week and we're SUPER excited to see what it is 👀

Read more to learn the origin behind A Song of Bonds and Legacies and Eris's relationship with his brothers!

Give us a name for one of Eris's Brothers!

I absolutely love making up names for the unnamed Vanserra-brothers. We already have first names in the family ranging from French and German to Greek in origin, so it feels like you can call them literally anything. For my story I’ve been looking for names in mythology in particular, and one of the names I’ve used for a Vanserra-brother is “Paras”, a Hindu name of Indian origin.

Give us a name for one of Eris's hounds!

Mutt! In “A Song of Bonds and Legacies” Mutt is the name of Eris’s half-breed, who he (not so secretly) has a soft-spot for. The twelve full-blooded hounds are kept in a kennel, whereas Mutt lives in Eris’s chambers. He’s very rare (which is probably why Beron allows him at all), as cross-breeding Smokehounds rarely ever result in viable pregnancies. His other hounds are named alphabetically from A to L and they all have either aristocratic titles, autumn- or weapon-related names.

How do you see Eris evolving as a character in future books?

Ah… I hope we will see him as High Lord of Autumn and that there will be a reconciliation between him and Lucien, but other than that I’d love for him to stay pretty much the same, only sans the “oh-so-horrible-and-cowardly-villain” stamp that he’s been given by the Night Court. I honestly don’t think he’s done enough bad to deserve it, and I think calling someone who has had to endure torture and cruelty at his own father’s hands while (probably) trying to help his family and his court in secret a coward, is uncalled for. It would be great if he could lower his mask a bit, but for the love of the Mother, don’t make him another Rhys in terms of justifying every mean thing he’s ever said or done. Let him be sassy and condescending, but twist the narrative a little, so we can see things from his perspective.

How do you think Eris view his siblings, and what kind of relationships does he have with them?

I think it varies how he views them and what kind of relationship they have. I believe some of his brothers may follow more closely in Beron’s footsteps than he does, and that he doesn’t necessarily like them very much, whereas others, I think he’s trying to protect and shape more. There’s definitely an element of competition between all of them though (apart from between Eris and Lucien, who I believe Eris knows is not Beron’s), and considering that the Autumn Court is cutthroat, I don’t think Eris trusts any of his unnamed brothers. They see the same persona he’s been putting forth for centuries, and he shows them no weaknesses. I can’t see him having a genuine and honest relationship with any of them.

What kind of legacy does Eris want to leave behind?

I honestly don’t think he cares about his own legacy. He’s willing to be labelled as anything as long as his Court and the people he (secretly) cares about are all right. I think he wants a more just and peaceful world in general, where power is more evenly distributed, but I don’t believe he needs (or wants) credit for making it happen.

What is the inspiration behind your fic A Song of Bonds and Legacies?

I had the overall idea for this fic when I read HOFAS, but for the storyline, I’ve found a lot of inspiration in mythology and fairytales (I’m a huge mythology nerd). I also build heavily on canon lore and take much inspiration from that, and I love drawing upon and incorporating socio-political, ontological and ethical discussions as well. (But I guess the primary incentive was to make Azris happen🤣❤️)

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Shrek & Burro

-Shrek - realmente se necesita explicación?

-Shrek, él es completamente un latino que tiene que vivir en gringolandia (sólo tenés que ver la segunda película para entender esto) Además la versión latino es muchísimo mejor que la original o cualquier otra, vos decís una frase de cualquiera de las pelis a otro latino y va a saber que viene de Shrek, en otros lugares no es así. Como nacionalidad no estoy seguro de donde pero latino si o si

-Veo. Nadie mencionó a Burro de Shrek? Nadie??? NADIE??? BURRO DOBLADO POR EUGENIO DERBEZ Y QUE GRACIAS AL MALPARIDO TUVIMOS A OBRA MAESTRA, LA JOYA, EL REGALO A LA HUMANIDAD QUE ES SHREK EN ESPAÑOL????????

-si puedo ofrecer a otro personaje, el burrito de Shrek. siento que le debemos demasiado como cultura como para negarle un puesto. el original podrá ser Eddie Murphy pero el doblaje de Eugenio Derbez todos nos lo sabemos de memoria.

-BURRO DE SHREK NO SE PQ NO LO DIJE ANGMTES EUGENIO DERBEZ TE ODIO PERO QUE GOD

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-Todos los Jojos son latinos

-Los Jojo's. Porque son familia numerosa, tienen un desmadre, nadie tiene papá y así. Además hay un chorro de edits de los personajes en situaciones tercermundistas, busca Jotaro comiendo takis afuera del oxxo. Je

-Todos los Jojos pero en especial Jotaro que embarca en una aventura a través del mundo para salvar a su mamá, empieza algo macho pero luego se deconstruye (lo más hombre latino que puedes ser) (fuente: los ángeles me entregaron este mensaje)

-Joseph Joestar, hace lo que se le canta el ojete y vive en un cumpleañito, ama a su madre y cuernió a su mujer

-Paco Laburantes de Jojo's es argentino pq es insufrible, tiene papá alcohólico, se llama laburante y encima es chorro

-Jotaro Kujo is literally chicano

-Los jojos son un huevo, la mita no tiene padres. el pais no importa, caben en cualquiera pero si hay que elegir uno México por tequila joseph

-Joseph Joestar, conozco a varias personas que se comportan como el (ruidosos, creidos, quieren mucho a los abuelos, se quieren pelear con tipos que les sacan 50 kilos de músculo y ver cada culo que pueden), más cuando estan borrachos. Además, tequila Joseph Joseph Joestar, I know several people who behave like him (loud, arrogant, they love their grandparents a lot, they want to fight with guys who have 50 kilos of muscle on them and check out every ass they can), especially when they are drunk. Plus, tequila Joseph

-narancia ghirga from jojos bizarre adventure. just cuz

-DIO BRANDO de jjb

Guido Mista (jojo). Su suéter es celeste y blanco ARGENTINA CAMPEON DEL MUNDOO

-Narancia Ghirga porque él es mi causa, yo sé que su mamá al menos fue peruana, me lo dijo Araki

-Sheila E. de la novela de JoJo's Purple Haze Feedback tiene que ser latina si o si, y tengo evidencia; en primera su nombre viene de una mujer de descendencia latinoamericana, mas especifica mexicana, ademas que su nombre de nacimiento (Capezzuto) recuerda a los apellidos que llevamos varios latinos que tienen descendencia italiana. creció en el campo y en ocasiones se menciona que creció jugando en los ríos y afuera en la naturaleza, como buena latinoamericana 💪 también lleva ropa que (deliberadamente!) recuerda a diseños nativos Americanos, la novela es bastante bruta en cuanto culturas nativas pero Araki, que hizo el diseño de Sheila, lleva un entendimiento por lo menos estético de los pueblos nativo. es religiosa en una forma muy latina, no se como explicarlo pero hace sentido 💪💪 no puede pelear contra alguien que siente que hace mas bien que ella, y siente que su vida no vale mucho, entonces se la pasa tratando de sacrificarse por la gente que piensa vale mas que ella. paso un cuarto de su vida buscando a un tipo que mato a su hermana Clara, y se unio a un cartel para matarlo. cuando tenia 10 años. es bien perra nunca inperra, en la novela casi se agarra a piñas con 2 viejos distintos encima de todo eso, se la pasa sirviendo concha absoluta💅💅💅 tiene un sentido del olfato mega desarrollado, es tortillera y trava, tiene problemas mentales, y como todo latino al final se quizo agarrar a piñas con alguien y acabo echa pija. perdón mods de latinotiktok. tengo problemas y esta morra es 6 de ellos.

-un personaje de jojos recientemente introducido llamado Paco. En resumen es un tipo alto y musculoso que anda por la calle sin remera y con los ojos todos manchados con delineador. Es un forro y encima medio pelotudo pero en el fondo es buen tipo. Le encanta afanar cosas y es mejor amigo de un chico de quince años que lo ayuda a vender droga. Su superpoder es que puede agarrar cosas con la espalda. En mi humilde opinión este tipo es argentino porque su apellido es literalmente Laburantes y también porque es muy gracioso y lo amo.

-Dio brando as argentine. he's a rugbier and also in an alternative universe his name is confirmed to be a shortening of diego. i rest my case

-guido mista bc literally just look at him.

-Si puedo nominar dos veces, quiero añadir otra nominación para los JoJos. Criados por mamás solteras, con papás que solo se aparecen cuando ya están grandes para causar problemas. Tiene mucho énfasis en la música que es algo con lo que cualquier latino se identifica. La masculinidad tóxica abunda a veces pero la lección siempre es que ser campy le salva a uno la vida, lo cual es una lucha de todos los días acá en Latinoamérica.

Yo tambien vengo a nominar a los jojo. Siempre traen desmadre a donde sea que vayan y estoy segura que si alguna vez se hace reunión familiar, van a terminar en puras broncas por los terrenos/ofensas personales que ni al caso. Aparte se ven como que por cualquier cumple tiran cohetes 💁‍♀️

Todos los Jojos son Latines agreed pero creo que con los Pillar Men en cuenta deberían ser Mexicanos. Jotaro salió del Conalep y ustedes bien que lo saben

-bueno mira yo tengo un AU en mi cabeza de los jojos parte 5 que son italianos bueno en mi AU son argentinos descendientes te inmigrantes italianos-- *lo pisa un camion*

-Yukako Yamagishi de jojos recontra latina

-Dio Brando argentino súper argentino es inexplicable

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Promises and Pastry

Rating: T / SFW (whaaaaat?!)

Pairing: Jango Fett x Baker Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 3.3k

Summary: On your way to work, you stumble upon an adorable two-year-old Boba Fett, who wandered away from the bounty hunter Jango entrusted with his care. Wholesome, tooth-rotting fluff ensues. Feat. Jango Fett being a sexy single dad.

A/N: I wrote this for Father's Day. This is the last AO3 work that I needed to migrate to Tumblr, so DJ's Great Fic Migration is now complete 🖤

Warnings: fluff; canon-typical violence

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Boba Fett sits in a rundown cantina, waiting for his contact to show. The place is an absolute dive, but not even close to the worst he’s seen. The jukebox is playing an old, old song—some sentimental Arcadian jazz ditty about a lost love. The music is incongruous with the dingy setting, but something about the melody tugs at his subconsciousness. It makes him think of warm, soft arms; a gentle voice; the mouthwatering scent of freshly baked bread. Is it a memory or a dream? He can’t tell.

He finishes his drink and pushes the intrusive thoughts away, then orders another round as he waits for his new employer.

The air is crisp in the predawn hours, and only the dim glow of street lamps illuminates your path as you walk to work. Your mind is caught up with the tasks ahead of you: baking the para rolls, ryshcates, and buttersweet puffs that you assembled the previous day; mixing up tomorrow’s batches of dough; topping up the caf supplies before your barista arrives—and all of this needs to happen before you even open the shop for the day. The bakery has always been your dream, and it’s worth the early mornings to finally have a place of your own.

You are almost to the shop when you hear a strange sound. A small, distressing whimper that echoes clearly through the early-morning silence. You scan the area. Bar’leth is a Core World: a safer planet than some, but your bakery is located near one of the seedier areas. It’s an unfortunate tradeoff for the low cost of rent. You don’t see any obvious threats, but you clutch your satchel a little closer to your body, just in case. The cry comes again, and you increase your pace, eyes darting up and down the street. And then you see the source.

A tiny, weeping child huddles on the walkway. He can’t be more than two or three years old. 

“Oh, my stars,” you whisper as you hurry over to him. “Are you all right, sweetheart?”

He looks up at you, wet tears clinging to his eyelashes. An adorable mop of dark curls tumbles around his face, and his tragic, golden eyes break your heart. He holds his hands up to you, and without a second thought, you scoop him up.

“Where are your parents, darling?” you ask, looking around the deserted street.

He wails something incoherent and buries his face in your shoulder. There is no sign of another living being anywhere. You rub his back consolingly and whisper gentle reassurances. Your heart has already made the decision before your mind can catch up: you can’t leave him out here. Settling him more securely in your arms, you hurry the last couple of blocks to your bakery and let yourself inside, locking the door behind you.

You flip on the lights in the kitchen, and the child ceases his wailing and takes a few shuddering gulps. You check him for injuries and find none; it seems he was merely, understandably, frightened. He peers around the bakery curiously.

“Are you thirsty?” you ask.

He nods, so you pour him a glass of water. He gulps it down while you turn on the oven, watching you with fascinated, intelligent eyes. He sloshes a bit of water on you, and you wonder how you are going to manage your workload with one hand occupied holding him. Just then, he spots a tray of day-old pastries.

“I’m hungry,” he says.

You’re relieved that he speaks Basic. Hopefully that means he can tell you where to find his parents. Your commercial kitchen is not exactly a welcoming environment for a toddler, but you set him down on a footstool and bring him a scone—the plainest one you can find, without too much sugar. Force knows the last thing you need is a toddler on a sugar high bouncing around your kitchen while you try to work.

You introduce yourself and ask, “What’s your name?”

“Boba,” he replies around a mouthful of scone. He has crumbs all over his face already; it’s impressive how quickly he made the mess.

“Boba, do you know where your parents are?”

“Dada went to work.”

“Where does your dad work?” you ask as you tie on your apron.

He shakes his head, and tears well in his eyes again. You feel something tug in your chest, and you blink back tears of your own. You’ve always been a sympathetic cryer, but your heart would have to be made of stone to not be moved by Boba’s woeful expression.

“It’s all right,” you soothe him, crouching down to brush those long curls out of his eyes. “You can stay here with me. We’ll find your dad, I promise.”

He nods with a sniffle, and then dives forward into your arms. You squeeze him tightly to you, then settle him onto your hip and get to work. Luckily, the trays are small enough that you can manage them with only one hand, but eventually, you need both hands to work. You start to shift Boba, and you realize he’s fallen asleep against you. It is far from ideal, so you retrieve a large cushion from the front of the house and set it up out of the way in the kitchen. You lay the boy gently down and get to work, amazed that he can sleep through your racket, but then again, it’s only four o’clock in the morning.

He sleeps for hours, and once you’ve finished prepping the next day’s goods, you change out of your utilitarian apron into the pretty, frilly one you wear when you’re running the register. You hear the back door open, and you turn to see your barista, Siero, staring at the sleeping child.

“What. is. that?” she asks.

“And good morning to you, too,” you say.

“Did you steal that child?” she asks suspiciously.

You roll your eyes. “No, I didn’t steal him. He was wandering alone outside the bakery. I brought him inside so he’d be safe until I can find his parents.”

“Have you checked the Holonet to see if anyone has reported him missing?” Siero asks, ever practical.

“Not yet,” you admit. “I’ve been busy getting ready to open.”

Siero pulls out her datapad and runs a quick search. “Nothing so far,” she says with a frown. “I hope you don’t expect me to watch him.”

“Of course not,” you say. “I’ll take care of him. Maybe his parents will come in. If they don’t, I’ll get in touch with the Children’s Wellness Department after we close up for the day.”

Siero shrugs and pulls on her apron. “Well, I always said you could run this place blindfolded with your hands tied. Looks like I’m about to find out.”

Boba continues to sleep as the first wave of customers makes its way through the shop. Fortunately, there’s a lull by the time he wakes up, and you’re able to take a break and sit with him at one of the tables as he eats a pedunkee mufkin and drinks a cup of hot chocolate that Siero makes for him. After that, you work the register with one hand while you carry him on your opposite hip. 

He’s a sweet boy, polite and well-mannered, and your customers are enchanted with him. They are not the only ones; you can feel yourself growing attached, even as you remind yourself how utterly foolish it is to do so. He starts to echo you every time you thank a customer for their business.

“Thank you, come back soon,” he calls, beaming a delighted grin when you laugh.

All too soon, it’s time to close up for the day. Siero heads home, and you flip the Open sign over to Closed as you begin cleaning the bakery. You turn on your favorite old-timey Arcadian jazz music and set Boba down as you sweep the floors, wipe down the tables, and clear out the display case. He follows behind you, eager to help, and you end up swooping him up and dancing with him to the music as he shrieks and giggles with joy. 

Ten hours earlier

Jango Fett limps onto the Slave I, lugging a gory bag containing the severed head of his bounty. It had been a brutal hunt—far more difficult than he’d anticipated. He should never have brought Boba with him this time. But by the time he had tracked his target to Bar’leth, it was too late to return the boy to the safety of Kamino. Instead, he’d entrusted him to the care of his not-quite-friend, sometimes-hunting-partner, Mado Kena. The Rodian had not exactly been delighted to be stuck with babysitting duty, and Jango wasn’t thrilled at the idea of leaving Boba in his care, either, but he hadn’t had much choice.

He’d tracked the bounty for hours and finally cornered him in a gambling den. It hadn’t gone well. The man fought back viciously, and Jango took a blaster bolt to his leg. Ultimately, he had killed the bastard. The bounty is lower for his corpse, but still worth enough to cover expenses. 

He can’t wait to get off this rock. He hisses with pain as he climbs the ramp to his ship and tosses the bag into the conservator.

“Mado, I’m back,” he calls. 

There is no response. The kriffer is probably holed up in his bunk. Jango pounds on the door.

“Mado, wake up, it’s time to go.”

There is no sound from the Rodian. With an exasperated sigh, Jango hits the control panel, and the door slides open. The bunk is empty. Jango stares at it for a moment, then whirls to check his own bunk. It is also empty. Cursing, he runs through the ship, checking every cubby and nook large enough to hold a toddler.

“Boba! Boba, where are you?” he calls, his voice ragged and urgent.

He comms Mado, but there is no response. Gritting his teeth, he calibrates his vambrace to track the comlink. Mado hasn’t gone far, and Jango immediately sets out to find him. His leg screams with agony, but there is no time to stop and apply bacta. He pushes through the pain, and soon tracks Mado to a squalid cantina. The hunter is passed out on one of the tables, and there is no sign of Boba.

Jango seizes Mado by his shirt and drags him to his feet. The hunter startles awake and thrashes in Jango’s grasp. The acrid scent of cheap whiskey oozes from his green skin.

“Where is my son?” Jango growls.

“Wha—what?” Mado stutters, blinking his star-flecked eyes with confusion.

“Where is Boba?” Jango’s voice is hoarse with rage and fear.

“He was just here,” Mado says as he claws at Jango’s fists to try to break his grip. “I got thirsty, so I came over for a drink. I brought him with me, I swear!”

Jango shoves the hunter back down into his seat and whirls to face the bartender. “Have you seen a little boy? He’s only two. Dark hair, brown skin.”

The bartender shrugs. “Sorry, bud, that Rodian was here when I started my shift. Didn’t see a kid with him.”

“Karabast,” Jango spits, rounding on Mado. “If any harm has come to him, there will be no place in this galaxy where you can hide.”

The Rodian cowers, and Jango strides out of the cantina, tracking the most important target of his life.

Not many things frighten Jango Fett, but as he chases through the night, his heart pounds, his stomach churns, his gloves grow damp with sweat. The darkness gives way to dawn, and then to the harsh light of morning, and still he hunts. He searches endlessly, desperately, sweeping the seedy district and working his methodical way outward into the fringes of respectable neighborhoods. There is no sign of his son, and panic claws at his throat. 

By the time the sun is high overhead, Jango is near despair. He stops to rest his throbbing leg, leaning against a building as he gasps with pain. A flash of movement in his peripheral vision catches his attention, and he turns. Across the street is a quaint little shop with a cheerful sign that reads BAKERY, and through the large windows, he sees a woman twirling with a young child. Jango stiffens.

Boba.

He launches away from the wall and storms across the street, slamming the bakery door open with a shout. “Boba!”

You scream and cower away, shielding the boy with your body. Jango stalks toward you, a huge and intimidating figure in Mandalorian armor.

“Please don’t hurt us!” you cry. “I haven’t cleared the till yet. You can take all the credits, just please, please don’t hurt him.”

Jango skids to a halt. “Hurt him?”

“He’s just a child,” you beg. “Please.”

Jango raises his hands slowly, telegraphing that he’s not a threat. Currently. He breaks the seal on his helmet and removes it, setting it on the table next to him.

“My name is Jango Fett. Boba is my son,” he says.

Your terrified gaze darts to his face. Your hand is cupping Boba’s head protectively, but the boy twists in your arms when he hears his father’s voice.

“Dada!” Boba shrieks, pushing away from you.

You set the boy down with obvious reluctance, and he runs to Jango, who scoops him up into a tight embrace. He clutches Boba to his chest as he examines him for injuries.

“How did he come to be wandering the streets alone in the middle of the night?” you ask, more than a hint of judgment in your tone.

“My friend was supposed to be watching him while I was at work,” Jango replied. “Former friend, I reckon. I’ve been searching for him for hours.”

Boba is babbling happily. You can only understand about half of what he says, but Jango listens gravely to the boy.

“Is that so?” he asks. He shifts his attention to you, and you swallow nervously under the intensity of his scrutiny. “He says you gave him hot chocolate.”

You feel a hot flush wash over you at the disapproval you infer from his words. “Well, it was either that or caf, and I didn’t want to see what would happen if we gave a toddler a double shot of espresso.”

“Thank you for taking care of him,” he says, and his voice is filled with so much relief that you soften instantly. 

“I’m glad you found him. He’s a sweet boy.” After a moment’s hesitation, you speak again. “Would you like something to eat? I’ve just closed up for the day, but we have a few things left.”

Jango looks surprised at your offer, but he accepts gladly. “I haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

You pull together an assortment of savory and sweet pastries: a vagnerian canapé, a water-chicken meat pie, a tal-toori, and dameapple turnover. Then you brew a large cup of caf and set it all on the table for him. He has collapsed into one of your big, comfortable armchairs, and Boba is resting against his armored chest. Without his helmet, you can see that he is remarkably handsome, and you smile at the way he rests his cheek on his son’s riotous curls. He looks exhausted; deep circles carved under his eyes—eyes that are exactly the same beautiful, rich brown as Boba’s—and there is a shadow of stubble on his jaw. The Arcadian jazz continues to play, and you pick up your broom to continue cleaning as Jango eats. Boba calls out your name and reaches for you.

“No, Boba,” Jango chides. “Leave the pretty lady alone. She has work to do.”

“I don’t mind,” you say, holding out your arms to Boba. 

Jango shrugs and hands his son back to you so he can attack his plate in earnest. You dance as you work, much to Boba’s delight. Jango watches you, admiring the way your body sways to the music. He isn’t blind; he can see that you are a beautiful woman, and he takes a moment to appreciate the way a few strands of hair have worked themselves free from your simple bun to curl in a halo around your face. He realizes that he’s been holding a pastry halfway to his mouth as he watches you twirl and play with his son. He crams the rest hastily into his mouth and takes a long drink of caf to wash it down. 

The food is good. Delicious, actually. He’s been eating ration bars for weeks, and he’s almost forgotten what real food tastes like. The warm light of the early afternoon spills into the bakery and bathes the room in a tranquil golden haze. He notices now that there are cheerful vases of fresh flowers on each table, and a low shelf full of books against one wall. 

Kriff, he’s so tired. He stretches his legs out gingerly, feeling the ache of his blaster wound. He leans back in the soft chair, just for a moment. Just to rest his leg before making the long walk back to the Slave I.

You finish cleaning the bakery and get everything staged for the next morning, and when you and Boba return to the front of house, you find Jango asleep in your armchair. You finally get a good look at him without feeling quite so awkward and intimidated. He looks younger; his guarded expression relaxes into softness. His head is tilted back, leaving the thick, brown column of his throat exposed. His shoulders are impressively broad, and while some of that bulk is clearly due to his armor, you suspect that most of it is just Jango.

With a tiny smile, you retrieve a picture book from your shelf and settle into another armchair with Boba on your lap. The boy snacks on the leftover scraps from his father’s plate, even though you offer to get him a plate of his own. You read to him until he falls asleep, cuddled safely in your arms.

Jango lurches awake, staring wildly around him, his body tensed for violence. He’s disoriented for a moment, but then he sees you, curled up in an armchair across from him, Boba nestled securely against you. Both of you are fast asleep. He stands, flexing his leg experimentally. He’s not sure how long he was out, but judging by the angle of the sun, it’s been a few hours. He crosses to your armchair and gazes down at you and Boba. Something like tenderness is in his eyes as he smooths your hair out of your face.

Your eyes flutter open at his touch, and you smile up at him drowsily.

“I need to get going,” he says quietly, careful not to wake his son.

You nod your understanding and rise to your feet. He takes Boba and settles him against his shoulder. You help him put on his helmet, and he presses his free fist to his chest in a gesture of respect, careful not to jostle the boy.

“Thank you again,” he says sincerely. “For everything.”

“Of course,” you say. “Tell Boba to come visit me again sometime.”

“He’d like that,” Jango says. 

You walk him to the door and watch as he and Boba disappear down the streets of Bar’leth, and as you stand alone in your bakery, the music continues to play.

“Boba Fett?” a man asks. He is wearing civilian clothes, but the stick up his ass has Boba willing to bet a thousand credits that he’s Imperial military.

Boba nods his head.

“The very man I was hoping to find," the man says. His clipped, affected Coruscanti accent grates on Boba's temper."The Empire requires your service. I’m to deliver you personally to Lord Vader’s ship.”

Boba finishes his drink and wordlessly follows the man, and the song plays on in the empty cantina.

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Smut. (Go to my other blog)

What I'm Willing To Write:

Reader Who Is: Tall, Short, Fat, Chubby, Curvy, Buff. Trans/NB.

Reader Who Has: Depression, Anxiety, DPDR, ADD.

Fluff, angst, platonic, hurt/comfort.

HC's, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

Canon-friendly, AU's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

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Adventure Time/Fiona & Cake: PB, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona.

Attack On Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin, Ymir. 

Avatar: Jake, Neytiri.

Batman Begins Trilogy: Batman, Catwoman, Bane, Joker, Scarecrow.

Beauty & The Beast: Belle, Beast/Adam, Gaston.

Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast.

BigBang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Penny, Amy.

Bistro Huddy: All Staff Members.

Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite.

BNA: Michiru, Shirou.

Bob’s Burgers: Bob, Linda.

Breaking Bad: Jesse, Skylar.

Call of Duty: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria, Farah.

Creepypasta: Jeff, Jane, Ben, Toby, EJ, LJ, Slenderman, Splendorman, Clockwork, Kate, Masky, Hoodie,

Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabi, Edie, Lynette, Carlos, John.

Dirty Dancing: Johnny, Baby.

Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Zeebo, Wiploc, Valerie.

Elemental: Wade, Ember.

Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta.

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve.

Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff.

Futurama: Leela, Fry, Amy, Bender.

Good Pizza, Great Pizza: Alicante, Octavia, Dr. Keh, Nasir, Flash, Cicero, Kimmy Slice, Dr. Price.

Grandma's Boy: J.P, Samantha.

Gravity Falls: Ford, Stan, Soos, Melody, Giffany, Bill.

Jane The Virgin: Jane, Michael, Petra, Luisa, Rose, Rogelio, Xiomara.

Jurassic Park (1993): Ian Malcolm, Ellie Sattler.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Choso, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, Shoko, Geto, Yaga Masamichi, Utahime, Uraume.

King of the Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luane, Nancy, Dale, Khan, Min, John Redcorn.

Life Is Strange (2015): Maxine, Chloe.

Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy.

Little Mermaid (2022): Ariel, Eric.

MHA: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa, Shigaraki.

Miller's Girl: Cairo, Johnathon.

Moon Knight: Moon System, Layla, Khonshu.

Mulan: Mulan, Li Shang.

National Treasure: Benjamin, Riley.

Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Bowser, Waluigi.

Norbit: Rasputia, Norbit.

Princess & The Frog: Tiana, Lottie, Naveen, Shadow Man.

Ratatouille: Colette, Linguini. 

Regular Show: Mordecai, Margret, Eileen, CJ, Benson.

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Carlos Oiliveria, Lady Dimitrescu.

Rick and Morty: Rick, Jerry, Beth, Doofus Rick.

Riverdale: FP Jones, Hiram.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: Kim, Ramona, Gideon, Wallace.

Scream 5: Amber, Tara, Sam.

Serial Mom: Chip, Beverly.

Silverado: Slick, Rae, Mal, Paden.

Shallow Hal: Rosemary, Hal.

Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V.

SheRa (2018): All Adults.

Sherlock (2010): Sherlock, John Watson.

Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Huntress, Trapper, Wraith, Trickster, Pearl, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Patrick Batmeman, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven, The Artist, Amanda Young.

Spiderverse: Miguel, Jessica Drew.

Spongebob: Dennis, Man Ray.

Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo.

Stardew Valley: All Adult Humans (Except George & Evelyn)

Steven Universe: Garnet, Amethyst, Peridot, Lapis, Jasper, Blue Diamond, Rose, Greg.

Stranger Things: Robin, Billy Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper.

Supernatural: Sam, Dean, Castiel.

Super Store: Amy, Jonah, Dina, Garrett, Cheyenne.

Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell.

The Batman (2022): Batman, Riddler.

The Breakfast Club: John Bender, Allison Reynolds.

The Nanny: C.C, Fran, Maxwell.

Total Drama Island: S1 Contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley.

Triple Frontier: Frankie, Santiago.

Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee.

Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

YOU: Beck, Joe, Peach, Love.

Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie.

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Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year)

Astarion (Baulder’s Gate 3)

Babbo Natale (Violent Night)

Barbie (Barbie 2023)

Basil Stitt (Lightning Face)

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs)

Bruce (Beyond Therapy)

Charles Ingalls (Little House on the Praire)

Charlie Dompler (Smiling Friends)

Chel (Road to El Dorado)

Dale Kobble (Longlegs)

Dan Conner (Rosanne)

David Levinson (Independence Day)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Doug Remer (Baseketball)

Duke Leto Atreides (Dune)

Fezzik (Princess Bride)

Francine (American Dad)

Fujimoto (Ponyo)

Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia)

Jack Harrison (Translyvania 6-5000)

Jackson Rippner (Red Eye)

Jon Arbuckle (Garfield 2024)

John Doe (John Doe Game)

Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage)

John Wick (John Wick 4)

King Baldwin (Kingdom of Heaven)

Kitten (Breakfast on Pluto)

Laurent LeClaire (In Secret)

Linda Gunderson (Rio)

Llewyn Davis (Inside Lleywn Davis)

Master Chief (Halo)

Mike (5lbs of Pressure)

Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops)

Nani Palekai (Lilo & Stitch)

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Outcome-3 (The Bourne Legacy)

Orestes (Agora)

Paul Blart (Paul Blart: Mall Cop)

Paul Cable (Last Stand at Saber River)

Peggy Bundy (Married With Children)

Peter Mitchell (3 Men & A Baby)

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Prince John (Robin Hood 2010)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Shiv (Pu-239)

Stanley Ipkiss (The Mask)

Star-Lord (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Summer Field (Time Cut)

Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House)

The Janitor (Willy’s Wonderland)

Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980)

William Tell (The Card Counter)

[banesberry-anomoly]

Welcome to SITE-113, central point of The Phoenix Project. You may have found yourself transferred from another site or taken on as a new hire. This site has been here for over a decade, being fairly new compared to the majority of our other sites. It is also smaller than most sites, but is quite often expanded. I think you'll find it... well, not exactly peaceful— it is the Foundation after all.

You'll get used to it, rookie.

— Site Director Clef

Site-113 is a roleplaying server based off of the SCP Foundation and its cumulative works!

Server features:

- an inclusive and active community for LGBTQ+, neurodivergent people, alterhumans, systems (endogenics included), IRLs and more

- a diligent mod team from multiple timezones

- quality control for canon character and original character entries

- semi-lit/lit roleplay required (one-liners not allowed unless in joke rp!)

Proship, Pro contact para, and TransID are not welcome here.

We’re excited for any new recruits that swing by and hope you’ll enjoy your stay!

Signed - The Phoenix Project Staff

In other words, I have a SCP rp server now. Go join it you know you want to

Pro-Endo and Alterhuman safe, any bigots will be swiftly kicked out lmao

[ashlynniis-bracketeers]

UNCHAINED SANGUINEOUS HEARTMAKER {Guilty Gear}

Riding the high of a resounding Epiphany.

...Did I pull another "Desdinova" purely out of sheer A.B.A hopium? (I kept the lines sketchy, though, because I could not be arsed to try and mimic Strive's linework style again after the pain from last time ahjsdgajhsdgadk)

Yes. Yes I did.

So, those Season 3 character survey results, huh? The A.B.A hopium is real. I really do wonder what they'd do with her if she was brought to Strive, so I decided to try my hand at a "Strive-ified" A.B.A design.

Make sure to check under the cut for the "concept art" I made + their associated information.

So, design background info:

So, she's a... weirdo homunculus, right? An artificial human, created by a mad scientist she never met, so she was alone and never really learned how to... "people". That key in her head also keeps on reminding me of the bolts lodged in the sides of pop-culture-ified Adam's (Frankenstein's monster) head. She's also desperately trying to find a human(oid) body for the demon/magical foci Paracelsus/Flament Nagel, who she is deeply in love with. Artificially-created human, medical themes, artificial human form, deeply in love...

So what if she decided that, with her attempts at finding a body for him repeatedly failing (XX endings don't count, XX's canonicity is completely FUCKED lmao), why doesn't she just... create one herself instead?

In other words, the creation becomes the creator. Lil' bit of "Bride of Frankenstein" thrown in, if the guy making the bride (or in this case, groom) was the monster itself.

So, making her into a key-axe-wielding mad scientist homunculus.

I tried to make her pose reminiscent of a dance move, specifically a "dip".

I hope you like it!

GG ABA Strive fandesign sheet 01

The first drawing I got done of my design for A.B.A (featuring a base-shapes Paracelsus for scale). Featuring her color palette (F1 is base flesh, F2 is scarring, H is hair, B is bandages, C1 is primary coat color, C2 is secondary coat color, C3 is tertiary coat color, E is "edges", M1 is one of the metal colors, A is "accents", M2 is the second metal color, and the square below that is the eye colors), weird ragged patchwork "lab-coat", boot details, "branding", and some of the text on her design.

- The phrase printed along the front edge of her coat (and the heels of her boots) is "LOCK&SEE" (the "&" stylized to look like/replaced with a keyhole symbol), a spin on the phrase "Lock and Key", fitting with her obsession with keys and tendency towards twisting sayings/phrases into mondegreens. Also implies hiding something.

- The brand on the back of her coat is meant to look like the coffin shape on the back of Paracelsus's head during Moroha Mode, with the nose hole and right eye hole visible. Text above it reads "PARACELSUS" (with the P and R stylized to have curved horns in the back like MM Para), and the text underneath reads "FLAMENT NAGEL" (with similar "horn" stylization on the F).

- The scarring is damage from her not wearing proper protective gear during her experiments (because she doesn't seem like one to wear proper PPE lmao), much of it taking up most of the left side of her upper torso/arm (meant to mirror Strive Faust's stitching).

- She's both grimy and very... "DIY", so her stitching is very hodgepodge.

- The text along the stitching on the back of her coat reads "The More The Moodier.", a play on one of her mondegreen win-quotes in XX (against I-No: "People say "the more the gloomier", but she's just too much to take...") but with the same alliteration as "the more the merrier" which it was derived from.

- The brand on the right side of her shorts is the same as on her back, but without the "FLAMENT NAGEL" and with "PARACELSUS" underneath instead of above.

- The key markings (gloves, boots) all have the same key-blade shape as Paracelsus.

- I had some trouble figuring out some of her colors, as they differed between the sprites (blue metal, glove. and trim) and official artwork (dark brown metal + glove, blue trim), so I decided to have dark brown for the keys and dark blue for the studded trim and left glove.

- The laces of her boots and the buttons on her coat are meant to resemble Para's mouth stitches

- Made her head-key/neck keys have a little skull decoration similar to some of her XX art (it's very inconsistent).

GG ABA Strive fandesign sheet 02

The second "Strive-ified" A.B.A design sheet I made.

- Both of the large gloves look the same, with the red bands and Paracelsus-blade key markings.

- The dark blue left-hand glove is (mostly) the same. I like to think that it's her "woobie", what with her tendency to get attached to inanimate objects.

- The dark blue cropped tank-top is meant to only be visible in Moroha. The text reads "MOCK&KEY" (the "&" stylized to look like/replaced with a stylized keyhole symbol, the top part of the keyhole meant to look like a coffin), another spin on "Lock and Key" like the previously-mentioned "LOCK&SEE" compounded with her believing herself to be superior to humans. Moroha is what was locked-up.

GG ABA Strive fandesign sheet 03

Third sheet I made.

- Noting specific design changes during Moroha. Coat opens + key "eyes" gain red glow.

- Design for her head + neck keys.

- Design for her bloodpacks. Text reads "FRASCO". Symbol underneath meant to look like a "flask" shape made out of an upside-down keyhole.

GG ABA Strive fandesign sheet 04 (Para)

The fourth sheet I made, featuring Paracelsus and his colors.

I honestly didn't change much lmao. His design is already weird by GG standards, mostly just tweaked some things.

- Made his eyes asymmetrical. Right has small iris and no pupil, left has beady pupil. Wanted to make him look "cartoony (western) neurotic/nervous" while hinting at his "main" glowy eye in Moroha being his right eye.

- I blurred/smudged the blood along the bottom edge to imply that A.B.A dragging him around wore away some of it.

- I added some spikes to his collar for a "punk" look, which glow red in Moroha.

- I kept his mouth stitches in Moroha. The mouth-corner stitches remain, while the middle stitches are tied around his left horn.

GG ABA Strive fandesign sheet 05

The final sheet I made, featuring mechanic ideas, "meta" stuff, and a design for repurposing an older move into a reversal super.

- Non-replenishable resources don't really fly in Strive, so I decided to make them replenishable through an alternate version of Bonding (a.k.a Keygrab). One Keygrab variant for Moroha, one Keygrab variant for a bloodpack. Starts off with no bloodpacks. Max three bloodpacks at a time. Functionality basically the same as XX.

- Turned Altercation (i.e. Enter Goku Moroha) into a Moroha-exclusive reversal super. Goku Moroha is not something that flies by modern fighting game characters, let alone Strive, so GM would definitely get axed. Still keeping Altercation as an absolute weirdo of a move, taking different resources depending on how much she has of each.

- Not sure what to actually do with Moroha's function/moveset, but having an "Install" state is the big thing that defines A.B.A's playstyle, so she'd probably keep at least base Moroha.

- Evidence: Concealment becomes a full reversal that only hits one hit as opposed to three, because most people cancel it after the first hit anyway lmao

[ccaptain]

@Anonymous: 🍒🍒🍒 3 random urls of your choice :3c ( POSITIVE POSITIVE CHERRY POSITIVE MEME )

cracks fingers. time for me to be gay. you'll never guess who i'll pick. absolutely not my friends. naaaaah im actuall gSYKE

@predvestnik - my BSET FRIEND. MY PARTNER IN CRIME. they're so dedicated to their childe it makes me SICK. 1000/10 portrayal, 1000000/10 writing and dedication to the portrayal and exploring other aspects of Chilbe that we haven't seen yet in canon but canon goes slow and venus goes FAST. dragged them into this rpc as much as they did. the C to my K. angst fiends. every muse they touch they make theirs and move them effortlessly, HAVE YOU SEEN THEIR KAVEH? BIGGEST GRASP OF A MUSE I'VE EVER SEEN? i am going to bite them and never let them go

@huijarii - i'm sure that tycho's name in an ancient language means dedication because that's what they have for their sampo. the DEPTH they'd go for their muse????? go check out their massive analysis of the latest sampo event. sampo could canonically fart and they'd extrapolate like 5 paras of headcanons about the significance of it. The Sampo Enjoyer. extremely great friend to be around, v enjoyable like a squishmallow, 1000/10. if i ever drop my sampo i know The Portrayal is safe in their hands. they will carry the legacy. it always make me gooey to see this much genuine dedication to a muse i also enjoy....... i am LIVING

@aguilareye - GRIPPING YOU........ your portrayal of The Boot Man. TOP. you have him jotted down and juggling him between the complexity of all the layers that make him extremely well!!!!!!! the side of him thats pretty sweet to folks he cares about... chef kiss. and having my muse being one of those makes me GOOEY like mou candy. him acting like he did in the fighting event with luka made me think specifically of how u move him actually!!! im holding him between my teeth... HIM AND LAN BOTH. BH has such a tight grip on Kaeya's heart it's not even funny....... also i like that I could send u anything related to our muses at an ungodly hour and you'd also reply at an ungodly hour by yelling excitedly DFJSFS THIS IS PEAK COMMUNICATION. 1000/10 im super happy we got to know eachother and talk and ship ur genuinely a super sweet and enjoyable friend to talk to ; - ; i will roll in our chat ANY day of the week

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Teen and Up Rated Fics Masterlist (46)

Part 1- Part 38 /  Part 39 / Part 40 / Part 41 / Part 42 / Part 43 / Part 44 / Part 45 /

Created: March 24th, 2024

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Second Hand News-flyingcarpet (ao3) Summary: How did people know? Madge barely even knew what they were doing, and now it was the talk of the school? Semper Fidelis: Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum-Falafel_Waffel (ao3) Summary: Prequel to Semper Fidelis. The events of September 11th 2001 seen through the eyes of Corporal Katniss Everdeen. Set Yourself on Fire-Forthegenuine (ao3) Summary: AU. My name is Katniss Everdeen. I'm a double agent for the CIA. My mission is to destroy a criminal organization called Directorate 13, where my partner is another double agent for the Agency––a man named Peeta Mellark. Inspired by J.J. Abrams's, Alias. Shooting Stars and Comets-FanficAllergy, RoseFyre (ao3) Summary: Peeta Mellark hates his life. He hates his parents. His brothers. His friends. He especially hates the students at Juilliard for being able to pursue their dreams. Of course, fate might have something to say about that last one. Single but Peared-Hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Katniss isn't looking forward to a Valentine's Day by herself, but her roommate Peeta has other plans. Skin and Bones-hotpielookedlikehotpie (ao3) Summary: post-rebellion/pre-epilogue of Mockingjay that explores Peeta and Katniss growing back together. There are a lot of these kinds of katniss/peeta fics, but I wanted to write one that didn't use the canon symbolic items (memory book, pearl, etc) to define their relationship Small Changes-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Peeta and Katniss through the years as friends on the verge of something more.  Someone Worth Melting For-ellembee (ao3) Summary: These past few months have been hell. Not only has Peeta been in and out of court battling his ex-wife for sole custody of his daughter, his new boss Ms. Everdeen won’t cut him any slack. So far, this holiday season sucks. So Really Good-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Peeta’s tipsy, and his wife is hot. So Wrong, So Fast-Hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Peeta meets Murphy's Law on the night he plans to propose to his girlfriend. If it can go wrong, it does. It's a good thing Katniss loves him.

[deadboystims]

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# @deadboybilly @deadboyrbs @ccozies

# do not interact : terfs , kink/nsfw , ddlg & variants , proship & anti-antis , proana/anti-recovery , loli/shotacon , dsmp fans , zoophiles , exclus , radqueer , maps/pedos , procontact harmful para .

also : scott cawthon supporters/defenders , msi fans/listeners/defenders , endo sys , “narc abuse” believer

warning : i support contradictory identities

# claimed anons :

🎁 anon

✨🐀 anon

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📼 anon

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🌈 anon

🔥 anon

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# request rules :

i’ll only take ship requests from fandoms i know/i’m in (check list below)

feel free to send in multiple requests but do it separately, do not do multiple requests in one ask, this makes it easier for me

be specific ! tell me what stims, colors you want, as well as anything u dont want ! i’m more likely to deny a request if u aren’t specific !

i have trouble reading typing quirks, if possible avoid using them / include a translation at least

search my page and see if i’ve done a board similar to what u want already! i’ll do requests if it has different/other specific stims for things i’ve already done tho!

my blacklist isn’t a moral judgement on all of these , some i just don’t wanna do

# long stimboard rules :

same as the above rules but,

i won’t do fandom requests

i’ll only take two at a time for my convenience

# blacklist :

dsmp - any & all members , qsmp

t0mmyinnit , jschl@tt , r@nboo , etc ( censored to avoid coming up in search )

south park , helluva boss , hazbin hotel , harry potter , the amazing digital circus

danganronpa , boyfriend to death , omori , fnf , the coffin of andy and leyley , ranfren

boyfriends ( webcomic ) , killing stalking , homestuck

hetalia , country humans

factkin , nsfw , proship , kpop

anything in my dni

# whitelist :

i’m very willing to do ( unproblematic ) niche media !!! don’t worry abt being too niche

anything in and out of my interest list, as long it isn’t in the blacklist

animals

boards based off of names

otherkin, fictkin + therian boards

objectum related boards (sfw only. obviously)

pride boards, like sexualities, genders + xenogenders, etc

plushies

character lgbtq headcanons, as long it doesn’t go against their canon (lgbtq) identity

oc boards

music/album stimboards (with specific stims to include)

aesthetics and -cores

i’m willing to do (sfw) agere boards but only for fandoms i know/non-fandom requests

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please filter out tags/content that trigger you

tags will be formatted as #cw (trigger) , but i will also provide a base tag as well

things i trigger tag : (fake) blood , bugs , knife , gun , snake , blade , scopophobia , flashing , fast moving gifs , horror , eyestrain , fake gore , weed , implied drug use

i do my best to tag everything with food with #food , sometimes i forget , sorry in advance

i am not responsible for your triggers if you refuse to use the filter features

while i do post agere content occasionally, this blog isn’t entirely safe for those who are regressed - be careful, filter out triggers

list of my interests !! (not in most fandoms, just things i like)

bolded & blue = current hyperfixations/fav to make

# special interests :

fnaf ,

marine biology ( sharks esp ) ,

scream ( movie franchise )

i have spin jealousy unfort so while i won’t block u pls don’t claim to like these more than me etc etc,,

# shows :

craig of the creek , adventure time , good omens , bee and puppycat , supernatural , gotham , moon knight , total drama , spongebob , gravity falls , bluey , amazing world of gumball , clarence , steven universe , smiling friends , live action one piece , mlp (fim) , fionna and cake , star vs the forces of evil , impractical jokers , ed edd n eddy , teen titans go

# games :

DDLC , roblox , minecraft , kirby , thats not my neighbor , papa louie games

# general :

horror media , bugbo , monster high , sonic , cats , clowns , lps , pusheen , laceygames , rob zombie , horror movies , plushies , nerdy prudes must die

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[akanemnon]

I found this series through the ParaMasquerade comic dub and I LOVE IT. Great series, but what do you think of the comic dub? Is it faithful to the series in your eyes?

I follow Para's dubbing adventure of my comics closely! While I don't have any influence on pretty much anything outside of the comic itself, I can safely say that the dub is absolutely excellent. There were so many points where I was blown away by the line delivery. Especially of the latest part, which was a lot more emotional than usual. I really didn't think it could make me feel things, considering I was the one who wrote the lines, but somehow it did. Para does an excellent job just adding another layer of emotions to this comic series and I'm all here for it. Also I really don't want to forget mentioning the editing and sound design, because they just tie everything together in a neat little bow. So yeah 10/10 dub. Go give it a watch!

Heck, Para did a full video of the Group Project mini series (this was before the start of Twin Runes, so I don't count it as part of the canon, but it's still worth the watch!)

GO CHECK IT OUT!

[aromantichc]

Welcome to AromanticHC !

(Welcome to AromanticHC !)

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[headmate-packages]

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Before we get started, let's get a few disclaimers out of the way.

This is not alter trading, headmate economy, system hopping, or anything of the like. I am taking the requests I receive and making a list of information for the asker to then latch on to and try to firm a member based on. I do not form the member in my system and will not be transferring said member to asker.

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Now, What exactly does this blog do?

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[latinotiktok]

Propaganda:

Jojo's

-Todos los Jojos son latinos

-Los Jojo's. Porque son familia numerosa, tienen un desmadre, nadie tiene papá y así. Además hay un chorro de edits de los personajes en situaciones tercermundistas, busca Jotaro comiendo takis afuera del oxxo. Je

-Todos los Jojos pero en especial Jotaro que embarca en una aventura a través del mundo para salvar a su mamá, empieza algo macho pero luego se deconstruye (lo más hombre latino que puedes ser) (fuente: los ángeles me entregaron este mensaje)

-Joseph Joestar, hace lo que se le canta el ojete y vive en un cumpleañito, ama a su madre y cuernió a su mujer

-Paco Laburantes de Jojo's es argentino pq es insufrible, tiene papá alcohólico, se llama laburante y encima es chorro

-Jotaro Kujo is literally chicano

-Los jojos son un huevo, la mita no tiene padres. el pais no importa, caben en cualquiera pero si hay que elegir uno México por tequila joseph

-Joseph Joestar, conozco a varias personas que se comportan como el (ruidosos, creidos, quieren mucho a los abuelos, se quieren pelear con tipos que les sacan 50 kilos de músculo y ver cada culo que pueden), más cuando estan borrachos. Además, tequila Joseph Joseph Joestar, I know several people who behave like him (loud, arrogant, they love their grandparents a lot, they want to fight with guys who have 50 kilos of muscle on them and check out every ass they can), especially when they are drunk. Plus, tequila Joseph

-narancia ghirga from jojos bizarre adventure. just cuz

-DIO BRANDO de jjb

Guido Mista (jojo). Su suéter es celeste y blanco ARGENTINA CAMPEON DEL MUNDOO

-Narancia Ghirga porque él es mi causa, yo sé que su mamá al menos fue peruana, me lo dijo Araki

-Sheila E. de la novela de JoJo's Purple Haze Feedback tiene que ser latina si o si, y tengo evidencia; en primera su nombre viene de una mujer de descendencia latinoamericana, mas especifica mexicana, ademas que su nombre de nacimiento (Capezzuto) recuerda a los apellidos que llevamos varios latinos que tienen descendencia italiana. creció en el campo y en ocasiones se menciona que creció jugando en los ríos y afuera en la naturaleza, como buena latinoamericana 💪 también lleva ropa que (deliberadamente!) recuerda a diseños nativos Americanos, la novela es bastante bruta en cuanto culturas nativas pero Araki, que hizo el diseño de Sheila, lleva un entendimiento por lo menos estético de los pueblos nativo. es religiosa en una forma muy latina, no se como explicarlo pero hace sentido 💪💪 no puede pelear contra alguien que siente que hace mas bien que ella, y siente que su vida no vale mucho, entonces se la pasa tratando de sacrificarse por la gente que piensa vale mas que ella. paso un cuarto de su vida buscando a un tipo que mato a su hermana Clara, y se unio a un cartel para matarlo. cuando tenia 10 años. es bien perra nunca inperra, en la novela casi se agarra a piñas con 2 viejos distintos encima de todo eso, se la pasa sirviendo concha absoluta💅💅💅 tiene un sentido del olfato mega desarrollado, es tortillera y trava, tiene problemas mentales, y como todo latino al final se quizo agarrar a piñas con alguien y acabo echa pija. perdón mods de latinotiktok. tengo problemas y esta morra es 6 de ellos.

-un personaje de jojos recientemente introducido llamado Paco. En resumen es un tipo alto y musculoso que anda por la calle sin remera y con los ojos todos manchados con delineador. Es un forro y encima medio pelotudo pero en el fondo es buen tipo. Le encanta afanar cosas y es mejor amigo de un chico de quince años que lo ayuda a vender droga. Su superpoder es que puede agarrar cosas con la espalda. En mi humilde opinión este tipo es argentino porque su apellido es literalmente Laburantes y también porque es muy gracioso y lo amo.

-Dio brando as argentine. he's a rugbier and also in an alternative universe his name is confirmed to be a shortening of diego. i rest my case

-guido mista bc literally just look at him.

-Si puedo nominar dos veces, quiero añadir otra nominación para los JoJos. Criados por mamás solteras, con papás que solo se aparecen cuando ya están grandes para causar problemas. Tiene mucho énfasis en la música que es algo con lo que cualquier latino se identifica. La masculinidad tóxica abunda a veces pero la lección siempre es que ser campy le salva a uno la vida, lo cual es una lucha de todos los días acá en Latinoamérica.

Yo tambien vengo a nominar a los jojo. Siempre traen desmadre a donde sea que vayan y estoy segura que si alguna vez se hace reunión familiar, van a terminar en puras broncas por los terrenos/ofensas personales que ni al caso. Aparte se ven como que por cualquier cumple tiran cohetes 💁‍♀️

Todos los Jojos son Latines agreed pero creo que con los Pillar Men en cuenta deberían ser Mexicanos. Jotaro salió del Conalep y ustedes bien que lo saben

-bueno mira yo tengo un AU en mi cabeza de los jojos parte 5 que son italianos bueno en mi AU son argentinos descendientes te inmigrantes italianos-- *lo pisa un camion*

-Yukako Yamagishi de jojos recontra latina

-Dio Brando argentino súper argentino es inexplicable

Amatista

-Amatista de Steven Universe. Se que es alien pero se que en el fondo de mi corazon es latina! Fuente: pq si kp : )

-Amatista de Steven Universe, la escena de la torta debe ser suficiente, además qué según se inspiraron en moda chola (??) para su diseño, asi qué es 10/10 latina

-Amatista de Steven Universe, si una de las gemas debe ser latina es ella y pq me cae bien

-amatista de SU pq necesitan más mujeres en su lista, es fave y eso basta

[here-for-the-chaos]

Very short and not beta'd fic!!! Before things get inevitably worse. Pls give me some constructive critique this is my first ever posted fic. This is dedicated to @qfliporiana cause they filled me with canon denying love of the two of them.

It wasn’t until around 9:30 that morning that Charlie had realized he was wearing Mariana’s glasses. He had been going about his tasks of the morning, making coffee, checking around the house for any traps that had been set (or mines he had misplaced), collecting all of Flippa’s toys that were strewn around the living room into the toybox along the wall, and beginning breakfast. He had to remind himself to triple the pancake recipe. His cooking had never been very… tasty, but he would try for them. When passing by the mirror near the door, only then did he notice the round edges of the frames, and how just a bit blurry everything was. He brought and hand up and slipped them off his face, unable to suppress something of a fond smile. Definitely Mariana’s. Maybe the reason he hadn’t noticed was that he never had to think of it before. A few nights ago, he and husband’s beds were separated. It was for the best, really, them not sleeping together. (Aside from the nights they did, but that wasn’t the point.) But now it was permanent. It was a hard night, one Charlie didn’t like to remember, but ever since then, the beds stayed pushed together. And the two pairs of glasses rested on the same nightstand. Despite him saying otherwise at every opportunity, Charlie didn’t hate it. Not one bit.

 He ran his fingers over the rims. They had cracks and ridges, but were still charming in a way. The brunet sighed to himself. God, all of this was so… Domestic. Was that the right word? Was that how you would describe raising a child with another man, being a husband? Was that how you describe fixing up an exploded house with said man? A comfortable living room. A small but well used kitchen. An indoor farm with all of Flippa’s favorite plants and food. A ladder and stairway lined with family photos, or anything they found amusing. A child’s room with drawings across the walls. A bedroom that once was cold as ice, now warmed by two people sharing a bed. Yes, that was what it was.

The sound of a door creaking open drew Charlie’s attention, a bed wrangled Mariana leaning on the doorway. He wore a loose gold sweatshirt, with boxy glasses slid all the way down his nose bridge. Short dark hair hung down in his face, making Charlie chuckle at the adorableness stupidity of it.

“Charlie, creo que tienes mi-” Mariana was cut off by a yawn, as he rubbed his eyes and fixed the glasses on his face. Charlie could guess enough of what he meant and held up the pair in his hands.

“We switched,” the American chuckled, leaning back on the kitchen counter top as they swapped the spectacles back to their proper owners, “I took yours.” Charlie slid the square glasses onto his face, and watched as the world came back into clear focus. Grabbing the translator he spotted on the counter, he changed the settings so that whatever was spoken would be read out in the other language. Sure, the both of them had picked up enough of the other language to get what they were saying, especially Mariana, but it was better safe than sorry. 

Mariana waltzed over to the other side of the countertop and leaned forward to face the slime, translator between them, and quickly took a hold of his hand. Charlie cocked an eyebrow, a green blush rising to his cheeks. He nervously laughed and averted his gaze, “Never knew you one for contact outside of shitty sex,” he quipped awkwardly. The Mexican scoffed and shook his head, sending a confusing pang of guilt through Charlie, as if disappointing Mariana hurt. Huh, weird.

Their eyes suddenly locked, intense, and firm. Mariana began to speak, “No sé muy bien cómo decir esto. Todo esto empezó porque nos dijeron que cuidáramos a un niño para el que no estábamos preparados. Y lamento lo que pasó, y lamento no haber estado ahí. Tengo mucho miedo de que algo así vuelva a pasar, pero lo intento. Intento ser un buen padre y un buen marido. Sé que tú también lo estás intentando. Y creo que está yendo a alguna parte. Espero que así sea. Así que, gracias por estar ahí. Y gracias por intentarlo de nuevo, aunque sólo sea por Flippa. Que sepas que no es mi única razón.”

Charlie blinked, the cogs turning in his brain halting. Similarly, the translator whirled uselessly, the speed of Mariana’s talking making it unable to translate. He dumbly tipped his head to the side, “What?”

Mariana shook his head, an annoyed yet warm spreading across his face. He paused for a moment, before seemingly shortening his thoughts into 3 words, “Te amo, perra.”

Charlie’s blush deepened as the translator read out “I love you, bitch.” He couldn’t help from smiling himself, and was about to explain how he was absolutely not a bitch-

“Uh, is something burning?” Mariana muttered, breaking eye contact. Charlie’s head shot up and he scrambled over to the stove, smoke beginning to bellow up from scorched pancakes. With his correct glasses on, it became clear to him that what looked like the 360° notch on the stove top was the 660° notch. He lowered his head in embarrassment as Mariana’s charming loud laugh filled the air, sticking the torched pan into the cold water filled sink. “Let’s just heat up some Eggo waffles…”