#( aaron: 001. )

[temssfun]

~MONOCHROME~

[o5verwatcher-6]

Chat, be honest- Am I kinda crazy to be shipping Aaron Siegel with James Anderson-

[thearcherbrothersx]

Closed starter for @aftermiiidniiight / Muse: Aaron Leto

Aaron wasn't usually the type to go to a strip club of all places. He very much preferred his women within reach, touchable, and most importantly his. This whole business with looking at naked women you had no connection to did nothing for him, just as he'd never had any interest in porn. And yet, he could play along with the best of them. So he'd joined the small group of partners and senior associates from the firm when the idea came up. The group was loud for the most part as they came inside, many of them already a little (or a lot) drunk from the bottles of wine and champagne served at the celebratory dinner earlier.

Aaron for his part, kept a level head, though smiling and joking around with the others as they found different spots around the strip club to settle down in. He joined a smaller group of four at a booth, and soon the party continued, bottles on the tables, half naked girls scattered across many a lap, some grinding happily away to the music and the bills tucked into their thongs. Aaron was like a shadow; part of it all and yet not at all, happy to be situated perfectly to watch the whole ordeal without actually partaking.

And then his eyes spotted her, scantily clad as she made her way onto the stage and began moving to the music. Several of his colleagues caught sight of the newest dancer on stage too, he noticed, nudging each other and grinning as they discussed. He couldn't hear what was being said, but he could easily imagine.

Unwilling to make a fool of himself in front of the firm, he sat quietly, sipping his whiskey while watching her, eyes slightly narrowed and so intensely focused, it was a wonder they didn't burn a hole through her. He wondered, briefly, if she'd be able to spot him in the dimmed lights of the club, one among many suit-clad patrons this evening.

[cubwix]

hi ouroboros community

some are **really** fucking old

[thematteobianchi]

Starter fechado para @aaronblackwell

VINÍCOLA VILLA GIORDANO

Nico havia dito para encontrá-lo na Villa Giordano no fim da tarde, mas já se passaram dez minutos do horário acordado e nada do seu amigo aparecer. Normalmente, Matteo não bebia muito. O álcool era uma das piores coisas para a sua rotina de treinos, ou para sua mente afobada. Porém, nas atuais circunstâncias, uma taça de vinho, ou mesmo algo mais forte, não lhe soava mal. A pressão de atingir um nível de perfeição com sua aparência não chegava nem perto da pressão de encontrar uma alma gêmea.

Irritado que devia ter levado um bolo, Matteo tentou a última coisa possível e entrou no estabeleciment, se aproximando da hostess, "Oi," Matteo cumprimentou com brevidade, soltando o ar pesarosamente, "eu estou procurando Nico Cagni. Sabe se ele chegou?" A hostess olhou para o tablet com as reservas antes de falar para ele segui-la, levando-o para uma das mesas na parte externa.

[wixcrafting]

above them, the moon hangs in a waning crescent, a sliver of a cocked smile with a backdrop of twinkling stars. the island itself looks like a cluster of them, golden lights shining toward the heavens. casimiro doesn't necessarily feel like.a star, more like the void within all things. from head to toe he's dressed in black, simple and understated. this is a party, yes, and he is dressed for the occasion, but he's not over doing it. not unless he's called to be chosen, not unless things change.

there's a performance going on, some of the sons of apollo and dionysus acting out scenes from choosing ceremonies past—the shoclk and awe of it all, the discovery of one's greatness. he turns to the person standing beside him, bringing a drink to his lips. "are you hoping that'll be you?" casimiro asks, hazel eyes glinting in the golden light. "a chosen demigod."

@godtouched-aaron

[arcanadomains]

maelle & isobel for @hiddngate

Desde que se entende por gente Maelle nunca foi do tipo que relaxa. Uma das suas memórias preferidas é o momento em que uma amiga lhe acusou de ser extremamente rígida, algo que até aquela altura do campeonato ela sequer tinha registrado como um problema... nem percebera ser assim, na verdade, e já tinha seus catorze anos quando aconteceu. No dia achou hilário, longe de ver algo negativo naquilo, porém conforme os anos foram passando (e mais pessoas foram apontando aquela pequena falha de caráter), foi se tornando bem difícil não mudar de opinião.

Pior ainda é mudar esse M.O., que já faz parte de quem é. Antes disso, no entanto, vem a pergunta: quer mudar? O que ganharia com tal mudança? Mais importante ainda, o que perderia caso decidisse ser alguém diferente? Muito, é a resposta. Perderia tudo, quiçá. “Aqui.” Põe uma taça de vinho branco no balcão da sua cozinha metodicamente decorada e se senta num dos bancos altos onde alguém raramente se senta, ao lado de Isobel. “Se quiser algo mais forte, eu lembro de ter visto uma garrafa de whisky do Aaron em alguma dessas gavetas...” A verdade é que passa pouco tempo em casa e por isso esquece do paradeiro de inúmeros itens com certa frequência, em especial os que não fazem parte da sua lista de compras.

[mastermicd]

@lookedinfinite liked for a starter (still accepting).

"i don't know what to tell you ––" the agent began, sitting back in his seat on the bau jet. it had been a long few days on their latest case, and the debrief was turning out to be just as hard as the initial brief had been. sometimes, cases were hard to leave behind, "–– we did all that we could. and we have to learn to be comfortable with knowing that, even if it isn't the outcome we wanted."

[empyriius]

wip

do not repost. reblogs ok.

Dialogue, if it’s hard to read: “Getting very tired of this, Aaron. I won’t be here to save you, one of these days.”

Taking place shortly after the murder of Foundation Administrator Frederick Williams.

[notyourbambina]

continuado daqui com @aaronblackwell

Ela deu uma risada, "assim você me bajula, Blackwell." Normalmente, as interações entre eles eram mais cheias de reclamações e observações sarcásticas (sobre os outros, obviamente), mas talvez o local mais íntimo e acolhedor fosse o lugar ideal para abaixar muralhas. Não que ela estivesse disposta a fazer isso, mas se pudesse puxar algumas informações dele enquanto se divertia, isso seria o ideal. Sua amizade com Aaron não havia sido formada por interesse, mas não fingiria que não iria se beneficiar se ele enriquesse as suas informações. Eles haviam formado uma afinidade natural pelo desgosto aos outros humanos. Era plausível que se houvesse alguém com quem ela fosse abaixar suas muralhas, poderia ser o homem em sua frente. "Eu sou tão sucetível a cair em palavras doces quanto qualquer outra mulher," seu tom zombeteiro denunciava a falta de verdade em suas palavras. Os homens de palavras doces eram sempre os mais perigosos, Catarina acreditava. Talvez fosse uma das razões que gostava de Aaron. Ele não fingia ser quem ele não era, mesmo ali, vestido nas roupas sociais que, por mais que lhe caíssem maravilhosamante bem, não fazia o seu estilo. "Quem disse que estou perdendo meu tempo?" Perguntou com curiosidade e a sobrancelha arquada. "Ao meu ver, estou tendo um jantar agradável pago pela cidade com a única companhia que deixaria isso mais agradável. Ou você acha isso uma perda de tempo?" Seus lábios formaram um beicinho ao terminar a frase, como se ressentisse a implicação. Claro que era mais uma forma dela não dizer diretamente o que achava da história da maldição. Cat sempre segurava suas cartas o mais próximo do peito possível. Direta e assertiva, sim, sobre muitos assuntos, mas não quando se referia à ela mesma, e muito menos quando os outros pareciam segurar ainda mais as suas próprias opiniões no assunto. Ela não precisava de muito, Khadel havia dado mais crédito ao seu mistério do que ela acreditava. Não iria divulgar para todos o que ia fazer ali, ou seria uma péssima investigadora, mas a única coisa que ela fez foi não falar, o resto dos rumores havia corrido da boca dos próprios moradores. "E o que você faz com ela, Aaron?" Cat pendeu a cabeça para um lado, olhando-o com curiosidade acirrada antes de levar o vinho para molhar os lábios. "Afinal, você cresceu ouvindo essas histórias."

[cursivebloodlines]

@theunbeautifulcreature liked this post for a random starter containing a random line of dialogue from this generator

"Well." Aaron paused to clear his throat, half a smile already etched on his lips. It was like he almost had a permanent grin waiting to spread all over his face. With whatever he was about to say, it was difficult to ascertain whether he was about to make a serious announcement, a love declaration or merely stating the most random shit ever. The latter was most likely in his case, always ready to mess around. He waited for a moment then as though delaying for purposeful effect. Which probably wasn't the case - it was probably yet another round of 'Aaron being a moron and reminding everyone around him of that fact.' That being said, he finally spoke. "There is something I need to get off my chest."

[mikael-winters]

LOCATION: The Den WHO: @aaron-crossley

Right now, Mikael borrowed his brother’s flannel and was wearing jeans along with some boots.  It was not his style at all, but he didn’t want to stick out like a sore thumb.  One reason he was here at The Den, a bar dedicated to the werewolves in town and was not exactly his scene.  But, he kind of wanted to go unnoticed and just have a few drinks without anyone he knew around him.

Seated at the bar, Mikael leaned over.  “May I have a cos,” he paused realizing the whole point was to be someone else tonight.  “Actually would you just make that a um, Jack and Coke please.”  The fae ordered.  It had been ages since he had the concoction, in fact the last time was with his brothers when they were all in one place at the same time.

And then something caught his eyes, a larger male that had muscles for days.  The man’s jaw dropped slightly, his pupils growing large as he watched the other for a moment.  Mikael quickly shook his head, reminding himself he was there to drink and forget Mikael and maybe be Nathan, Aiden, Sawyer, one of his brothers that appeared to have their shit together.

“Hey,” he said, giving a heads up.  “What are you ordering?”

[thad-spaulding]

LOCATION: Greywood Forest WHO: @aaron-crossley

Most of the time, Thaddeus tried to have at least one person with him on a hike.  Main reason was security in numbers.  If something happened, someone could get help.  However, none of his friends were available and he already had a babysitter for several hours for his daughter.  Thaddeus only hoped he would be able to keep this one, it seems every time he managed to find someone new, Norma would find a way to ruin it in her own special, mischievous way.

As he followed the trail, he looked around at the different plants and wrote down notes to himself wanting to document what he came across, as well as taking a photo for memory.  Times like this, it felt as if Kylee was right beside him.

Then out of nowhere, something in the air filled his nostrils and he was stunned to smell something cooking.  It seemed like an odd place for such a thing, so his curiosity got the best of him.  Not the best decision given odd things happened in the forest, people go missing, crazed cult witches kidnap people, but it was too late.  He was following the scent.

Soon, he approached a large man he did not recognize.  “Hello sir, I don’t think I have seen you before.”  He stated.

[thearcherbrothersx]

Closed starter for @mossofteeth / Aaron & Genevieve

It had been a busy week, and a successful one at that. Not a lot of people would celebrate getting a murdering slumlord off scot-free, but Aaron was one of them. The whole firm was, really. The guy had put them on a pretty hefty retainer after his success, and Aaron had used that to cement his standing in the firm. That partner offer was right around the corner; he could feel it.

So they'd gone out to celebrate at the first ridiculously expensive restaurant they could find. Some of the others had invited wives and girlfriends along, and the evening had taken on a life of its own. All the while, Aaron personally preferred to blend in seamlessly, more or less quietly watching the evening unfurl. He was engaged loosely in conversation with a few of the other senior associates and their wives when something unexpected drew his attention. It was an instinct more so than anything he actually saw at first, but it pulled him from the conversation and made him look around.

The glass of red wine he'd been nursing still in his hand paused on the way to his lips when his eyes finally found what they'd unknowingly been searching for. They widened a fraction - and then narrowed. She'd just walked in - on the arm of one of the juniors who'd been invited to join the celebrations after dinner, and Aaron's mind stretched like a rubber band before snapping, focused on one overwhelmingly simple word: mine.

It took him all of one second to put his pleasant mask back in place, and he lifted a hand slightly to invite Gen and her date over, a casual smile on his face, attention focused on the male at her side as though she was any other two-bit girlfriend on the arm of a random colleague.

[marvelousmidge]

"We need to celebrate."

canon one-liner for @auteurish

[victoriousfidelity]

"I think I'm losing the ability to not let it show on my face when I think somebody sounds like an absolute moron when they're talking about a piece of art."

small starter for @auteurish