#GET IT AITOR

[idcallmyselfhuman]

i don't even remember this happening i'm fucking losing it

[dicktat]

Babies <3

[spanishsenpai]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 1

Hey all! I'm steering a little of course from what I usually write lol! I'll update Daycare Attendant soon! I've just gotta write out this sudden obsession with Aitor from Dying Light 2. He's so bb gurl frfr.

What if Aitor had given any sign of life before Aiden bolted for the car factory?

Read it on AO3 if you'd rather! :D

“What the hell…?”

Aiden’s knees felt weak as he struggled to his feet. 

“My head … it's pounding …” He grit out. “What’s happening to me?” 

His throat was sore like he'd been screaming for hours. His body felt like one big bruise.

He lifted his head, looking around in a daze at the bodies on the floor. 

“What happened here?”

His thoughts were cut off with the static of a walkie talkie on the body in front of him. He stumbled to it, searching the pockets until he found the radio. “We’re about to start. Where are you?” 

Aiden’s eyes narrowed. Waltz.

“I’m almost to the car factory…”

Before Aiden could hear the rest, a groan sounded from further in the tunnel. His gaze snapped to the sound, barely processing the blue of a PK body struggling to get its arms under it. His eyes widened. Not just any PK body; Aitor.

His aches seemed to disappear as he stepped closer. How many times had he woken up surrounded by bodies and one was still alive? 

Never it felt like.

“Aitor… ?” He called, a small note of panic in his voice leftover from the adrenaline of whatever the fuck just happened. 

He’d rolled his limp body off his legs. He’d been sure Aitor was dead.

“Aitor?” He called again, sounding a little more confident.

“... Aiden?” Aitor coughed out, the word barely more than a wheeze. He grunted, falling limp on the concrete, speaking the one word seemingly taking all his energy.

Aiden could see his face now. Aitor’s eyes were just barely cracked open. Blood stained his teeth as he grimaced in obvious pain. Aiden knelt down next to him, hands hovering over his body. Should he turn him on his back? What if his neck was hurt?

The walkie buzzed again as someone spoke though Aiden was too caught up in his worry to hear the words. Immediately he was reminded of the stakes though.

“Fuck! Waltz has the key!” he snarled. Aitor didn’t react to this news. He was barely conscious. 

Desperation ran through Aiden. That key was the only way he was going to find Mia. He couldn’t let Waltz get away with it. 

Guilt filled him as he looked down at Aitor’s limp body. He was still awake, just barely though. Aiden had to go. He didn’t have time to get Aitor somewhere safe. 

This tunnel was surrounded by natural light and it was midday. He’d … He’d have to be okay until Aiden got the key back. “I’m sorry Aitor. Hang tight! I’ll be back as soon as I can.” 

Aitor didn’t react to this other than to slowly close his eyes as he went slack again. 

There wasn’t time! Aiden growled, hesitating a moment longer before bolting to the tunnel entrance.

Aitor was tough. He’d be okay until Aiden got back.

Well shit, that was a mess.

“Run!” The sniper screamed, bolting for a building in ankle deep water.

Aiden almost went to follow her but even through the delirium of being nearly choked to death, he remembered Aitor. 

“No! I have to go back!” Aiden turned, bolting for the broken freeway. He was sure he could get back across. 

“Go back? Are you crazy?! He’s transforming!” She stopped going for the building and, seeing he wasn’t turning around, began to chase after him.

“The sun will buy me time!” He was at the edge of the solar panels, scrambling up what little footholds he could find. He didn’t expect to hear footsteps following him, especially after a familiar roar echoed from the factory. 

“Waltz will kill us!”

“A good man needs help!” Aiden yelled back, breathing hard as he climbed the asphalt. “I promised to come back for him.”

He heard a faint “Shit” behind him before the sniper was climbing after him. 

Just as he’d hoped, the sun stopped Waltz from being able to follow them. Even with his terrifying agility and immunity to the UV rays, midday was no joke on a volatile. 

Aiden’s hands shook, nearly making him fall a couple times. Aitor could be dead. He could be risking himself and the sniper for a dead man. It would be dark in only a few hours though and if Aitor was alive, if there was even a chance, Aiden wouldn’t leave him to die like that. He’d taken bigger gambles than this anyway.

His eyes widened as the tunnel entrance came into view. Almost there!

He was gasping for breath as his feet hit solid ground. He vaulted over the few cars and sprinted into the tunnel. The bodies were still here, undisturbed, making Aiden breathe a sigh of relief. No zombies had gotten in then. 

“Aitor!” He called, quickly spotting the group of blue bodies. He slid to kneel next to Aitor’s body, shaking hands reaching for his neck. He hadn’t moved from where Aiden had left him. 

His heart was pounding too hard to tell if Aitor’s heart was beating. He hesitated for only a moment before he carefully began to roll Aitor over onto his back. He nearly had a heart attack when Aitor jolted with a sharp cough as Aiden got him on his side. 

“Oh thank god. Aitor? Can you hear me?”

He didn’t fully process the sniper kneeling next to them. He did look up as she hissed though.

“He’s bleeding. There’s a puddle over here. Not a big one so probably not that serious,” she said, poking careful fingers along Aitor’s spine. “Keep him on his side. If he’s on his back he might choke on his blood.”

Aitor only wheezed as he was poked and prodded. When the sniper gently pressed a palm to the center of his vest, Aitor cried out, trying to flinch away from the pressure.

“His ribs are probably fucked up.”

“Yeah,” Aiden finally said. “Waltz got him pretty good.”

“Fighting Waltz and living? He’ll have serious bragging rights if he makes it.”

“Hear that Aitor? I’d say you’re keeping that promotion,” Aiden called, hoping that Aitor was going to respond. 

He got a huff. He’d call that a win.

“Where are we taking him?” She asked, done with her inspection for now.

“There’s a safe house near here. It’s too close to dark to take him anywhere else.”

“Alright, we’ll have to get him to wake up more if we want the best chance though. Think you can do that?”

“Yeah… yeah I can do that.”

Could he though? He’d try at the very least. 

“Aitor, hey, you need to wake up.” Aiden patted his cheek, wincing when Aitor wheezed a little louder. A few more calls for him to wake up did nothing. The sniper was starting to look impatient and Aiden wasn’t sure he could get Aitor to the safe house on his own. 

Fuck, sorry Aitor. He pressed a little harder on Aitor’s ribs. Hopefully not enough to knock him out fully, but just enough to wake him up. 

Aitor gasped, hands finally moving to weakly push at Aiden’s arm. 

“F-Fu… St-Stop…” he ground out, eyes fluttering open. Aiden felt one of his legs bump him from behind but Aitor was too weak to really do anything. 

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. You have to stay awake though Aitor.”

Aitor’s eyes seemed to focus on the face above him. Aiden happened to notice the nasty bruise on his jaw and the blood soaking into his hair from his temple. 

“Yeah, just like that. Come on Aitor.”

“Wha... What… hap-pened?” He gasped out. 

“Waltz nearly killed you.”

“... My… s-squad… ?”

“I’m sorry. They… They didn’t make it.”

Aitor looked like he wanted to give up on being awake as he processed the words. 

“No, no! Stay with me Aitor!” Aiden frantically patted Aitor’s cheek as his eyes threatened to close. “Come on!”

Aitor’s eyes opened again.

“There you go. How… How many fingers am I holding up?” When he didn’t answer for a moment, Aiden repeated himself. “Aitor? How many fingers?”

“... F-Fo-ur…”

No, that was wrong. Aiden curled his two fingers back into a fist. That was fine. He could fix that later. For now, thinking was waking Aitor up again. Which was good. Great in fact. Just a little more and they might be able to walk him out of here. 

“Aitor, we need to get up. There’s a safe house we can go to but you have to walk.”

Aitor let out a weak cough that sounded like an “Okay”. 

“Puddle’s a little bigger back here,” the sniper interrupted. “We gotta get moving.”

Aiden swallowed thickly, “Alright. Aitor, get ready to sit up.”

Aitor huffed. 

“I’ve got him back here,” the sniper said.

“Okay, I’m lifting in one, two, three.”

They slowly brought Aitor’s torso off the ground. No matter how slow they went though, it wouldn’t have felt any less painful. Aitor let out a strangled cry, legs weakly shuffling as a hand came up to grip Aiden’s wrist as hard as he could, which wasn’t much. Internally, Aiden winced but didn't stop until Aitor was almost fully vertical. The pain seemed to wake him up further though. His eyes were a little clearer as they darted around, taking in the situation. 

“You with us?” Aiden asked. 

“Y-Yeah-” Aitor gasped out. “My… ri-ribs.” His words were halted and stuttering as his lungs desperately tried to avoid even grazing his ribs. Of course, the effort was futile.

“We know. We’ll take care of it once we get to the safe house.” Aiden brought one of his hands in front of Aitor. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

“T-Two.”

Aiden let out a breath of relief. “Head damage must not be that bad then.”

“Getting to his feet’s gonna be worse,” the sniper piped up. “He might pass out.”

Aitor jolted at her voice, immediately trying to twist around to see who was behind him. He froze mid motion though as his body practically seized from the sudden movement.

“Hey! Don’t do that,” Aiden barked, using his free hand to steady Aitor.

“Wh-o… ?”

“She’s a friend. Don’t worry about it right now.”

A quiet growl was his response. No one would be happy in this situation, least of all Aitor, but he seemed to accept there was little he could do about it. Already, Aiden could feel him starting to tremble. Hopefully it was from pain and not shock.

The sniper had already shifted to a crouch to lift Aitor up. Aiden quickly followed suit. 

“Are you ready to get up?”

Aitor nodded stiffly. Aiden felt him tense up in preparation for the pain that would surely follow.

“Three, two, one, and- up!”

Aitor cried out as they brought him up to his feet. He would have immediately toppled over if the two hadn’t secured their grip on him. He gasped raggedly as he fought to get his jellied knees to hold him. He stumbled before he got them to lock up. 

They gave him a moment to breathe. His body was trembling worse now. God, Aiden hoped that wasn’t shock.

“L-Let’s go,” he gasped out, taking a shaking step forward.

“Wait. Wait a second.” Aiden carefully put Aitor’s arm around the back of his neck, the sniper doing the same before they started forward.

The tunnel entrance, the one leading back to Old Villedor, was a short distance away, yet Aitor’s brow was already shining with sweat. His steps were slow and he practically tripped over his own feet. The only thing keeping him up was Aiden and the sniper. 

Aiden prayed the power to the door was working now. A breath escaped him as the metal creaked with rust but lifted all the same. The zombies he’d cleared out before he’d come in here hadn’t replaced themselves, leaving them a semi straight shot to the closest rooftop. 

Walking was one thing, climbing was another. Aiden hadn’t even thought about how they’d get Aitor up to a roof yet.

“Judging by how walking’s going, I’d say climbing is out of the question,” the sniper said, like she was reading his mind. “We’ll probably have to clear out a few floors in this apartment to get him up there.”

Aiden looked between her and the apartment building they’d stopped in front of, nodding finally. Four floors. Usually he only had to clear out one but he could work with this.

“Can you stay out here with him?” She’d come this far with them, surely she wouldn’t turn on them and kill Aitor now.

She nodded and they set to getting Aitor on the sidewalk. He choked down any cries, but his breath still came out in harsh pants as he was settled with his back against the building.

“I’ll be as quick as I can,” Aiden assured before he quickly slipped into the front door. 

Clearing out the building wasn’t hard. The zombies here were feeble from being locked away with no food for so long. A few molotov’s and one shattered tire iron and the place was clear from the ground floor to the roof.

Back outside, the sniper was collecting an arrow from a zombie’s chest across the street. Aitor looked like he was on the verge of passing out, face pale and eyes barely open. They needed to hurry. 

“Hey!” He called as loud as he dared, “It’s clear now.”

She jogged back over to them. Together they crouched and lifted Aitor up far less carefully than they had the first time. Aitor didn’t complain, just let out a sharp huff. Somehow he was even worse on his feet than before. They had to practically lift him up each step of the stairs as his legs fumbled with lifting that short distance. Whether Aitor was aware of it or not, he had started to grip the shoulder of Aiden’s jacket with an iron grip as they went. Aiden didn’t mention it.

He also didn’t mention how the shiny red spot on the front of Aitor’s shirt was growing. He wasn’t sure where the cut had come from but it couldn’t be helping Aitor’s already feeble balance.

“We’re almost there. There’s a bridge connecting this roof to the one with the safe house.”

“Good. Your friend’s starting to get heavy.”

She was right. Aitor was slowly putting more weight on them as his steps grew sloppier.

“Hear that Aitor? Almost there,” Aiden huffed as they lifted him up the last step. Thank god. The sun was close to setting and Aiden’s own body was protesting that fight from earlier.

“Y-Yeah.” Aitor’s voice came out more like a whisper.

The ramp wasn’t wide enough for them to walk side by side, so they opted to crab shuffle across. Aitor tried but his legs were basically only able to hold him up at this point.

“This is not how I saw my day going,” the sniper huffed as she stepped onto the other roof.

“I don’t think anyone did.”

Aitor didn’t respond.

“There it is, Aitor. Almost th- !” 

Aitor’s leg buckled, almost taking them all to the ground. They righted themselves but the movement was sharp enough for Aitor to cry out again. Aiden and the sniper’s heads snapped to the right as a couple growls responded to the sound.

Unfortunately, while the bridge had been helpful for them to get to the safehouse, another bridge leading to the neighboring zombie infested roof was less so. The zombies stumbled for them. Towards the back, one looked like it was about to start sprinting. 

“Shit! We gotta move,” she snapped.

Aitor seemed to understand as his grip on Aiden’s sleeve tightened. His steps were a little more solid as they dragged him along faster, shaky pained sounds spilling out of him. Aiden’s watch beeped, signaling that it was officially nighttime and they were still several yards from the safe glow of the UV lamps.

“Take him! I’ll hold them off,” she ordered, sliding Aitor’s arm off her shoulders. 

Aitor nearly crumpled to the ground as his arm flopped down and smacked him in the side. “No, no, no, come on Aitor.”

“Sh-Shit,” he wheezed, feet scrambling to keep up with Aiden’s too fast steps. Damn those heavy PK boots. 

A shriek to his right made Aiden jump. A decayed face climbed over the side of the building and bolted right for them. Aiden kicked it in the chest, nearly losing his grip on Aitor as the lieutenant let out a choked cry. His once limp arm grabbed Aiden’s jacket with trembling fingers to keep from falling completely. The sniper was back then, pushing the zombie the rest of the way off the roof. 

As soon as the purple light enveloped Aitor’s face, Aiden breathed out a sigh of relief. The sun was down and zombies were coming but they had made it. Quickly, the sniper came around and flung open the door, allowing them all to shuffle inside. His back was screaming from supporting Aitor for so long, yet as he went to set Aitor down on the pile of blankets called a bed, she came over to help, just as slow and careful as he was.

Aitor groaned as he nearly went boneless once his legs weren’t supporting him. Aiden had to quickly grab his shoulders to keep him up. “Can’t lay down just yet Aitor. Hey,” he called, raising his voice so the sniper would know he was talking to her, “can you-”

“Already on it.” 

She had gathered every soft thing in the little safe house and begun stacking them behind Aitor. The pile was just high enough to keep him elevated. Now he could lay on his back without choking. They eased him down. As Aitor’s body registered something even semi comfortable, he went limp and passed out.

Before Aiden could freak out about it, the sniper spoke. “Well I guess it's time to doctor him up while he’s out.”

“Y-Yeah. Thank you… for helping me get him here.”

“I’d say no problem but it was. Favors are good to have though.” They worked in silence for a moment, carefully undressing Aitor’s upper half to reveal the dark bruises and cut on his front. Even with how gently Aiden was wrapping bandages around his ribs, Aitor’s breath still hitched with pain at any pressure. 

“Hey, since we’re stuck here for the night, you can call me Lawan.”

Aiden’s hand jerked, making Aitor gasp even when unconscious. “Shit!” He cursed, resuming his careful wrapping as he glanced up at Lawan. “I’ve been looking for you for weeks. Dylan sent me with this-”

They talked through the night about Dylan, the GRE, Waltz, all while they checked that Aitor was still alive. A couple hours before morning, Aitor groaned as he slowly became aware again, eyes blinking rapidly to try and clear away his fuzzy vision. 

Almost immediately, Aiden was by his side. “Hey, careful. You’re not even close to being ready to move yet.”

“What,” he took in a sharp breath at the return of the pain in his chest and his face and his back and everywhere really, “What happened?”

“Waltz.”

Aitor had to think for a moment, struggling to remember. His eyes widened and he tried to sit up fully as he gasped out, “My squad.”

Aiden quickly stopped him from sitting up, though his face was somber. “I’m sorry. Waltz killed them all. I’m sure you’re lucky to even be alive right now.”

Aitor coughed out a ruthful chuckle, settling back into the soft pile, “Yeah… lucky.”

“I’m sorry,” was all he could think to say. 

“Where’s my armor?” He asked after a minute. He’d looked down and found himself only in his unbuttoned brown shirt. Bandages covered his chest while a blanket had been put over his legs. 

“Over here. I don’t think you should put it on for a while though. Your ribs are busted up.”

“Yeah. Could tell that from how they feel,” he coughed out. 

“Is there anywhere we missed? Any other place that hurts?”

Aitor squinted up at him. “We?”

“You don’t remember me and her carrying you up here?” Aiden asked, shuffling to the side so he could point out Lawan. 

He was quiet for another moment before slowly nodding. “F-Faintly.” He sighed, relaxing fully into the pile of various pillows and backpacks behind him. 

“I think my ribs are the worst. Nothing is really screaming at me other than that.”

“You’ve also got a cut down here.” He pointed to just above Aitor’s pant line where another bandage and gauze were placed. “One of your knives probably got you when Waltz knocked them out of your hands.” He didn’t say, when Waltz kneed you so hard you passed out. If Aitor didn't have a memory of that, Aiden didn’t want to be the one to give it to him. 

“This is a real shit show,” Aitor breathed out. He brought a stiff arm up to rub over his eyes. 

Aiden didn’t comment on that and neither did Lawan. The former Pilgrim sighed, “As soon as morning comes, we’ll walkie the Peacekeepers to come get you.”

Aitor let out a huff, closing his eyes for a moment. Aiden didn’t envy how he was likely feeling. 

“Thank you Aiden. You’ve helped me out again.”

Aiden gave him a small smile. “No problem at all.”

[dying-sun-light]

guess who’s writing juan/aitor🤩🤩🤩

[inkeyjay]

Glory and Gore go hand in hand

Can't wait to revisit this series. to absorb everything i can and incorporate it to my art, to my writing. it was just amazing. Glorious if u will.

U can get prints if u want here:

If you were to want the tarot card version just tell me in the comments and i will upload it for you :)

[marshalllir]

Finally, thanks for the apology! It's a pity, of course, that you didn't create your own post, but continue to write under the artist's post (and write hate words to them for their work) and don't tag anyone so that no one will even see this post in the end. But I'll do it for you, don't thank me. @frankbigfan @kr9vorebeazt @dicktat @hostik

If you want to answer, answer my post, and leave dott-fox alone in a good way.

You apologize to everyone, but you keep insulting one of us. It's disrespectful and unfair, to say the least, and it would be strange to think that after all my posts, I won't defend they.

The freedom of one person is pumped where the freedom of another person begins. Of course, you have the right to do what you like (by the way, are you going to apologize for pdf content?). You're just being asked to get away from people and stop pestering everyone with your beloved Frank. None of us hate Frank, but the way you've been trying to shove him down our throats for two years makes us all sick, and some of us really started hating Frank because of this whole situation, which wasn't the case until now.

Read more:

There are quite a lot of works on AO3 and on the ficbook where Frank is mentioned, I know artists who painted Frank, yes, it was a long time ago, but the fact remains that there is content with Frank.

Creating any kind of fandom creativity isn't a snap of the fingers. It's hours and hours of work, hard work. You wouldn't like it if people came to you in comments on your art and fucked up why you don't draw Juan, Aitor, Williams, Brooks - any other less popular characters. So you stop imposing on people. Or, learn to respect the work of other people and offer money for commissions, rather than asking for free requests that no one is obliged to draw for you.

Popular ships in fandoms are a fact. Once upon a time, there were only a couple of works about Haiden, and no one knew about them. People were united by love and interest in them. Find like-minded people. You will not be able to impose interest on people. You will only alienate people from yourself by such behavior. It's normal that a particular ship or character doesn't find popularity, and it's stupid to get mad at it. Make content yourself or pay money to other people, respecting their time and work, if you can't do it yourself.

You don't need to hide behind your problems with interacting with society. None of us hide behind diagnoses, for example, and you shouldn't try to make yourself a victim. Everything that is happening now is just the result of your actions. Accept it and stop fidgeting like you're in a frying pan.

Don't judge other people by yourself, especially their age. Absolutely all the participants in the conflict are older than you. Many are already of age, and some are well over 20 years old.

And yes, no one called you names or got personal. We didn't bully you. We only pointed out your actions and words without touching your personality in any way. So don't lie that someone told you to "fuck you bitch idiot" or attach screenshots where someone actually did it.

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Наконец-то спасибо за извинения! Жаль конечно, что ты не создала свой собственный пост, а продолжаешь писать под постом художника (и писать ему слова ненависти за его творчество) и никого не тэгать так, что этого поста в итоге никто даже не увидит. Но я сделаю это за тебя, не благодари. Если хочешь отвечать, отвечай под мой пост, по-хорошему отстань от dott-fox.

Ты извиняешься перед всеми, но продолжаешь оскорблять одного из нас, это мягко говоря неуважительно и несправедливо и странно было бы считать, что после всех моих постов я не буду его защищать.

Свобода одного человека закачивается там, где начинается свобода другого человека. Конечно ты имеешь право делать то, что тебе нравится (кстати ты собираешься извиниться за пдф?). Тебя лишь просят отстать от людей и перестать приставать ко всем со своим лю��имым Фрэнком. Никто из нас не ненавидит Фрэнка, но от того, как настойчиво ты пытаешься два года запихнуть нам его в глотку - нас всех уже от этого тошнит, а некоторые действительно начали ненавидеть Фрэнка из-за всей этой ситуации, чего не было до этого момента.

На АО3 и на фикбуке достаточно много работ, где упоминается Фрэнк, я знаю художников, которые рисовали Фрэнка, да, это было давно, но факт остается фактом, контент с Фрэнком существует.

Создание любого фандомного творчества это не щелчок пальцев, это часы и часы работы, это труд. Тебе бы не понравилось, если бы люди приходили к тебе в комментарии к артам и доебывались, почему ты не рисуешь Хуана, Айтора, Уильямса, Брукса - да кого черт возьми угодно. Вот и ты перестань навязываться людям. Или же научись уважать труд других людей и предлагай деньги за коммишки, а не проси бесплатные реквесты, которые никто не обязан тебе рисовать.

Популярные пейринги в фандомах это факт. Когда-то и о хэйденах была всего пара работ и никто не зал о них. Людей объединила любовь и интерес к ним. Найди себе единомышленников. Ты не сможешь навязать людям интерес, ты только отторгнешь людей от себя таким поведением. Это нормально, что какой-то конкретный пейринг или персонаж не находит популярности, и злиться на это глупо. Делай контент сама или плати деньги другим людям, уважая их время и работу, если не можешь сделать этого сама.

Не нужно прикрываться своими проблемами с взаимодействием с обществом, никто из нас не прикрывается диагнозами, например, и тебе не следует пытаться делать из себя жертву. Все, что сейчас происходит это лишь результат твоих действий. Прими это и перестань вертеться как уж на сковородке.

Не суди других людей по себе, особенно об из возрасте. Абсолютно все участники конфликта старше тебя, многие уже совершеннолетние, а кому-то далеко за 20 лет.

И да, никто тебя не обзывал и не переходил на личности. Мы тебя не буллили, мы указывали лишь на твои действия и слова, никак не трогая твою личность. Так что не надо врать, что кто-то говорил тебе «fuck you bitch idiot» или прикрепляй с��рины, где кто-то действительно это сделал.

[yutopia-eleftheria]

Xavier / Hunter Foster Headcanons

Yesterday, on September 16th, it was Xavier's birthday ! So just like his Epsilon counterpart Dvalin, I decided to do some headcanons for him to celebrate his day !

As stated in Inazuma Eleven Ares, his real name is actually Hunter Foster. However, since it is a different timeline, he has always been called like that. But in the original timeline, he learned that his real name was Hunter, and he sometimes used it, but it's really rare. When he became an adult, he took his adoptive father and sister's surname, being Schiller.

When he ended up with Jordan, they adopted Aitor Cazador.

His relationship with Isabelle is entirely platonic ! They have a siblings relationship, and Isabelle is the oldest of the 2.

He used to have a slight crush on Mark Evans back then, but now he is with Jordan Greenway.

His best friend, without counting the Sun Garden children, is Shawn Froste. They may have a bad start at first when Xavier was in Aliea Academy, but now they are really great friends and absolutely love training together.

Just like the other children of Sun Garden, his appearance changed at the contact of the Aliea Stone. He now has stars all over his face, pretty much like freckles.

Surprisingly enough, his side wicks moves on their own. They are pretty much able to show his emotions as they act like some sort of ears.

He also has "tatoos" going from his shoulders to the back of his feet, similar to a Milky Way.

The reason why his skin is so pale is because he has Anemia since birth. His Anemia is due to an iron deficiency in his body. Moreover, most of the time when you get to touch his hands, they are mostly cold because blood in his body is irregular and has a hard time coming into his fingers normally.

Strangely enough, his eyes couldn't stand the bright light that much anymore. He was almost blinded by it. That's why he has to wear glasses ; in order to protect them.

He is the youngest in a family of 3 children, having an older brother and an older sister. Although his parents are dead, his older siblings' whereabouts are still unknown to this day.

[cruciferous-spatula]

It's the night before Para's wedding, and she and Granny Mayu are bonding with the royal babies.

Para's betrothed pops over the next morning to meet the little ones, only to get puked on by Tiakarete

Anyway

It's wedding time!

Both sets of immediate family are in attendance

If you've been following closely this might give you the ick, and not just because he's marrying in the suit that just got puked on. I'm with you there... but look they both REALLY wanted this. And there really aren't anyone else Para can marry. The other option would be his oldest son Aitor, and they had anti-chemistry as teens so, nah

idk why Manawaki and Zaindu are both floating there lol

Proud parents

... and parents to be.

I mean they both have had kids already but

and that's wher we leave em! Lastly let's take a look at how the Palace looks now because I made some changes since the first looka t it

i still consider it a wip. I consider everything a wip :P

[twinsforfashion]

Amalia

Creo que con todas las crisis posibles que nos inventamos las personas a lo largo de nuestra vida, dentro del paquete de “La crisis de los 30” que me descargué a mi disco duro el año pasado venía incluida una extensión relacionada con cómo me visto. Me cuesta hablar de mí, me cuesta comenzar frases con “Yo soy…”, me cuesta definirme, pero poco a poco voy conociéndome y aceptándome (todavía más importante). La ropa puede parecer un tema banal, no voy a citar a Miranda Priestly para desacreditar esta afirmación, aunque podría (if you know, you know). Aunque si estás leyendo esto es probable que eres de las mías, sabes que la ropa es mucho más que pedazos de tela que te cubre el cuerpo. Todo esto para decir que estoy revolucionando mi armario para redefinir qué se queda, qué se va y qué entra. Siento que me he alargado más en la introducción que en el quid de la cuestión, pero hasta aquí por hoy. Me encanta este look con un traje de mi madre, polo y boina de segunda mano, bolso y pendientes de Júlia, zapas regalo de Aitor y el anillo más grande que tengo hecho por mí, con mis manitas. ¿Este es mi nuevo avatar? ¿El avatar de una nueva era? Puede.

*

I think that with all the possible crises that we people invent throughout our lives, the “Midlife Crisis” package that I downloaded to my hard drive last year included an extension related to how I dress. It's hard for me to talk about myself, it's hard for me to start sentences with “I am…”, it's hard for me to define myself, but little by little I'm getting to know myself and accepting myself (that’s even more important). Clothing may seem like a banal topic, I'm not going to quote Miranda Priestly to debunk this statement, although I could (if you know, you know). Although if you are reading this you are probably one of me, you know that clothes are much more than pieces of fabric that cover your body. All this to say that I'm revolutionizing my closet to redefine what stays, what goes, and what goes in. I feel like I've gone longer on the introduction than on the crux of the matter, but that's it for today. I love this look with a suit from my mother, a second-hand polo and beret, a bag and earrings from Júlia, sneakers as a gift from Aitor and the biggest ring I have made by myself, with my little hands. Is this my new avatar? The avatar of a new era? It might be.

Vintage total look with Adidas sneakers and Zara bag & earrings.

+ Shoot by Júlia.

[insanityisthecure]

Endless list of games I love: (Characters edition) Dying Light 2 (2022)

Lieutenant Aitor

“Enough, Anderson. We need the truth, and you won’t get it through coercion.”

[rxtualistic]

open to muses 40+

plot here but basically divorced couple that still want each other badly but are too stubborn to admit it. maybe one / both have a new partner. maybe they only bear to stand in the same room when their kids are involved. go as crazy as you want!

muse; aitor is a 43 years old lawyer specialized in family law. the job has made him cynical or maybe he was perfect for the job because his nihilism came from the fabric. more here.

"no, yeah, absolutely. i told the kids to engage in borderline reckless behaviour and get expelled so i could sit and wait with you to be lectured by the principal, you're so right. you know how much i enjoy a little regression to childhood in the middle of a working day. what's a nap when you can feel the judgment and disappointment in a woman half your age eyes?" sarcasm dripped out of every one of his words. crooked smirk taking over his face, he turned to look at them. "you're a bit obsessed with me, no?"

[tafferling]

Dying Light: Monsters, We.

a fan fiction

Chapter 22: Rudderless

In which Aiden finds himself without a rudder in a life he can't seem to control any more. (And we get another Papa Crane moment)

More world building! I think I have finially got all my setup out of the way. For real. I would like to thank Aitor for being such a good lad and helping me with exposition. He’s a champ.

>> Read on Ao3 <<

“I can’t remember the last time my life was this exciting,” Aiden said quietly as he kept himself in lockstep with Zofia.

When she didn’t immediately answer, Aiden’s thoughts stalled, only to then go diving into the shambles that were his life. Head first. Without helmets on. It was just as well, really, since all else he could do was dumbly follow Aitor and Crane as they led the way towards the stairs meant to take them out of the metro station’s tunnels and up into its tall, vaulted main hall.

Éllyse, along with her clipboard and Crane’s gun, had vanished into a room someways behind them.

Aiden was glad to leave the underground behind. It smelled wrong down here. Of mould and paint and sweating metal, rather than earth (wet or damp or cracked and dry), detritus, and— well— outside. Plus, all sound bounced off the tiled walls, scattering hopelessly and making it difficult to tell where anything actually came from.

His own steps echoed back at him, folded into the sharp raps of tools striking hard surfaces, the chatter of voices all around, and a constant, soft whistle of wind pulling down from the top to be sucked into depths where once subway trains had passed through.

Supposedly.

Aiden hadn’t ever seen a train hurtling through a tunnel; and with many a thing, if you hadn’t seen it yourself, it was a bit hard to believe.

>> Read on Ao3 <<

[dicktat]

Rating men of Villedor🔥 on their ✨Submissive and Breedable meter✨

Aitor:

Starting with the canon DILF. The true unproblematic man out of the other trail mix of a cast (fruity and nuts). Toned body, divorcee rizz, beautiful cut, 30 years in the closet still no drip (get back in there!!!). Only downside well unfortunately he’s British. (cr: from twitter)

Submissive: 2/5 (his boots are made for walking) Breedable: 3/5 (averagely manly, muscular body, not macho)

Barney:

Extremely closeted homosexual, lost an online argument by saying gay men “makes him fucking vomit” and got a reply that says “then loosen your throat” and haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. That was three years ago, insists “$20 is $20” but anything for a bottle of eyeliner.

Submissive: 0/5 (Very defensive about it)Breedable: 1/5 (sex appeal of a twig)

Juan:

Our beloved bimbo. Listens to WAP and Ayesha Erotica while blowing a PK. Regina Jorge. Puss in glitterboots. True neutral switch. His body, just like him, swung both ways on the noose, true legend in bed AND in death.

Submissive: 4/5 (scored 100% on an online bdsm test) Breedable: 2/5 (stinky rat man)

Vinny:

Canon Twink supreme. Techland redefined fucktoy with his tsundere attitude and sass. The closets equivalent of him would be blonde pushover anime girl that gets rejected at the end of the romcom.

Submissive: 5/5 (definite femboy fodder) Breedable: 3/5 (far too flat)

Hakon:

The holy grail of a manwhore, discord kitten, Villedor’s favorite princess, runs an only fan account of the post apocalyptic world. Got pinned under some guy during a fistfight once and started meowing. Pathetic kitty man.

Submissive: 4/5 (rawed by life so hard that he started enjoying it) Breedable: 5/5 (French bussy unreal)

[spanishsenpai]

Trying to relearn how to draw lol

I'm looking at some random prompt list to try and get some inspiration and I'm always looking for a reason to practice drawing Aitor <3

[dying-sun-light]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49752451

oki doki come get y’all juice!! if you’ve ever been intrigued by juan/aitor here is my take on it :P

[hakonpencari-cintasejati]

After playing Dying Light 2 for a month, here are my complaints for the game :

-The lack of triggering scenarions and face expressions from the NPCs, yes this including Hakon. I remember this scene where Aiden felt nausea while talking to Frank about them would go to meet the Colonel. He turned back and happened to pass Hakon who was standing with his arms rested on his chest the left side of the room (you know which). He indeed looked at you (Aiden) but he didn't say anything and his expression was blatantly blank, didn't affect him at all. He should react and ask "Aiden, kid, you look pale! You alright?" etc. I was disappointed when it didn't happen at all. I think there was Juan there. AND NICHOLAS! He should have commented too. I observe he is also the survivor who is concerned about Aiden's well being.

-The Fish Eye, after the first missile strike (the SURVIVING one), nothing significant changed with the view, ambience of the place. There should be some people rushed to aid and save their asses. Preparing medic, food, no drunkwards... same with Central City. It will be possible to spot one or two ambulances to pick up the civilians in need. Nothing the motherfucker Peacekeepers did in this scene. Ain't no way some soldiers no hearing through the radio that Frank warned the survivors about the missile attack. Thus, Peacekeepers should be busy helping civilians whether get into action or helping in the logistics part. Then, (the NOT SURVIVING one) could be improved except good job for already making the Fish Eye a mess. This is mandatory, but improvement could fill the emptiness.

-I like the activity of healing in Dying Light 1 and Following and it is much better. I love scavanging food to eat and it will add Kyle's health bar. Unlike in 2, it is very.... boring. However, props for the dev who recommended to add night time cuz i say!! I say it is challenging.

-The zombies were GONE in the cutscenes where Steve and that bald man drove Aiden to their destinations. Where are the zombies, man??!? They don't want to watch the drama between and involving those living human beings??!?

-No guns, yeah. This is why many people, including me, favored the bows and that gift from Peacekeepers if the player gives the fourth faction to them. Don't count the gun you have to craft from scraps. That shit never last longs.

-This is an INDIVIDUAL preference (i see you), but it would be nice if Hakon amused Aiden through the walky-talky like Pagan Min did to Ajay Ghale. Their interactions in the game what made me feel less lonely and it would be nice if Hakon did the same to Aiden. He likes rambling nonsense, like Pagan Min, right? That will work! (and it will ends after that cutscene of Hakon got shot by an arrow) For example :

Hakon : "What should i eat today? Canned sweet corns🌽 or red beans🥣?"

Aiden : "Sweet corns are much better."

.

.

Hakon : *some time later in the evening* "Bet the sky above you is uglier than mine here."

Aiden : *in the Old Villedor running errand* "Hakon, we are looking up to the same view of the sky!!! Jesus!!"

Hakon : "Really?"

This applies with Lawan with Aiden after they enter Central City. But, knowing Lawan's characteristics i can't say much. This is why i find it nice in the side mission called Aitor Aiden called Lawan for advice and such.

-Frozen screens💀 But, luckily i only encountered.... five? Yeah, not much. Still, looking forward of this being gone.

I say it again one more time, where did these motherfucking Peacekeepers when we are in need?!?! Especially after the first missile attack?! And yet they have the audacity to claim the whole Villedor under their rule if we pretty mucb side with them? Developers, you missed this important detail.