#aiden. 001

[nomadjones]

closed for: @aiden-stevens

where: sharky’s halloween party

Numerous trips to the bar meant trips to the bathroom were unavoidable. Dallas made his way through the crowd on a return from one of the very same, feeling both warmed by the whiskey he had been drinking most of the night and somewhat overheated from having a leather jacket on in a place that rammed.

He had thought he gamed the bar-space when he made his way through a less densely populated part closest to the wall, where he had no chance of knocking into someone.

He hadn't anticipated that someone would have knocked into him.

There's no doubt in his mind that he wouldn't have even noticed it through his buzz if it wasn't for sudden dampness at his stomach where his white tank top was now drenched in what was dark enough to be Coke or Pepsi and what caught his nostrils with the unmistakable whiff of Jack Daniels.

He lets out and irritated breath as he pinches the fabric and holds it away from his skin, waiting a couple of seconds for an apology that didn't come.

"You got any plans this side of the century to say sorry?"

[solaadisa]

sola 📲 aiden

Sola: yo is this aiden? Sola: this is cricket's friend sola Sola: i hear u have Sola: culinary ambitions Sola: 👀

[ravensrevcnge]

@angstfactory | Kara & Aiden @ The Golden Spoon

Kara could be called nosy if you wanted to put it that way. She made it her business to know the people in Raven's Peak. For one thing, she cared for these people. But at the same time, being a detective in this town was certainly ... a challenge to say the least. There were strange things that occurred on the regular. Though she was sure that was pretty normal if you thought about the fact that there was magic and shit just flying about. Nothing was simple with magic.

So it was the unfamiliar face that drew her over towards the wolf - because come on, if anything, she made it her mission to know the wolves in town - and this was most definitely a new wolf. Right? Or was she losing her edge? She glances towards the counter where she was waiting on her order, tapping her knuckles absently on the counter, before her eyes trailed back over to the newcomer werewolf.

Yeah. She was going to make it her business.

"Hey," she says, waving a hand to grab his attention, "need any recommendations? I like to consider myself a food connoisseur of sorts. Or, you know. The type to enjoy a greasy meal from time to time, anyway. What are you thinking of ordering? Try me."

[astridlius]

closed @aiden-stevens

location: ocean crest

Astrid was truly, horrendously late. She'd agreed to coffee with a friend from LA who she hadn't seen since she got hurt. They'd generously offered to make the drive out to Aurora Bay instead of making her wade through LA traffic, and had been waiting for her at Driftwood for fifteen minutes. It'd be at least thirty by the time she could make it there, after wasting a lot of time deciding on an outfit.

She ran for the elevator as she threw her keys in her tote bag, speeding up as she watched the doors start to close. "Hold the door!" she called down the hallway, hoping someone was inside.

Her hand reached out to stick in the narrowing space between the doors and she shoved her way in with a sigh of relief. Her eyes closed as she turned and let her back fall against the far wall as they started to descend. When she cracked her eyes open again, she noted the other body in the little metal container. She knew that face.

God damn it. First Cricket, and now this?

Astrid cleared her throat. "Aiden," she acknowledged him succinctly. Looking him up and down critically, she said, "What are you doing here? AB Drive and your mommy's mansion not treating you well enough?"

[noralevin]

closed @aiden-stevens

After receiving a text from Aiden that he'd be over in a few, Nora headed down to her front steps with a pack of cigarettes and lit up as she waited to watch him come down the drive. Ever since she'd come home a year or so ago, she found herself falling into familiar patterns that gave her maybe too much deja vu. This was one of those patterns: her waiting for him on her front steps, the two of them bound to find something stupid to do for the evening.

She heard the front gate open and leaned forward, tapping her feet anxiously as she waited. She appreciated that she and Aiden were in similar places in their lives, both of them living in the same houses they grew up in, biding their time. It was normalizing, in a weird way. It made her feel less alone. "About time!" she called to him as he neared. "I'm fucking bored and I need to do something dumb!"

[cricketcampbell]

The whirring of the stand mixer atop her kitchen counter is when Cricket finally feels she is back at home.

(She'd actually tried to run in after it when the fire had broken out, but it'd taken her roommate and an Aurora Bay firefighter to hold her back from the growing flames).

That, and Aiden's presence at the island opposite her, and the silent judgment of his gaze as she cracks an egg into her miso brown butter mixture, as if he'd be able to tell if she'd accidentally dropped shell from where he sat (she hadn't).

"Like I said, I'm a firm believer that the classic chocolate chip cookie cannot be improved upon. Even the worst chocolate chip cookie in the world is, like, still a pretty decent cookie." Not that she'd had the worst chocolate chip cookie in the world, but she could imagine. "But you know when you go to a fancy bakery and they put a little pinch of flakey salt on top and it takes a basic ass chocolate chip cookie to, like, a whole new level and you're like wow, I thought I knew what all chocolate chip cookies tasted like until this one? That's what I'm trying to do, but instead of regular salt..."

Reaching behind her, Cricket sets a small tub onto the counter between them, along with a spoon. "Miso. You've had the soup before, right? So, like, aside from the seaweed and the tofu, that, like, punch of umami salty deliciousness that you get with each bite?" She nudges the container and spoon forward. "That's that."

@aidenxstevens

[ofmythsandfables]

@bcbliophile asked: [ TACKLE ]:    sender physically tackles the receiver during a fight. Hannah to Aiden

❈ — "But baby, I thought you were done with it..." Aiden had learned the hard way that when it came to food, Hannah was extremely territorial at times. "Hannah? Why are you looking at me like that? Hannah? ....honey? Wha— AHHHH!!!"

Next thing he knew, he had a raging blonde flying toward him and landing in his arms. He barely moved from where he stood since she weighed practically nothing to him, but that didn't mean his tiny woman didn't scare him at times.

[malcohen]

where: the outpost who: @aiden-macnally & malcolm cohen

"I'll be honest, after all the fuckin' chaos that happened at the gala, I was expecting these secrets to be, like, alien level shit," Malcolm remarked as he scrolled through the webpage on his phone, shaking his head with a slight scoff. "Instead, all we get is a politician having an affair? Don't get me wrong, it's good gossip, but...I got tear gas in my eyes for this? Makes no sense. What do you think?"

[mackmontgomery]

closed for: @aidenxstevens

where: near where one of the live music acts are playing

"My band would have killed this slot." Mack announced to his friend over a mouthful of churro, the sugar only mildly subsiding his disappointment that there would be no gigs in the future for him unless he found some other people to play with.

( He didn't want that, he had liked his people just fine. )

"What even is this song? Like, what genre would you call this? Other than ass."

[ofcaeriw]

Back home, Rhys could never imagine such a thing, but Caeriw was a far cry away from the grandeur of London. Now, the men and women would be parading themselves about as the best match of the season. It seemed odd to Rhys, given that many seemed opposed to the restrictions marriage came with. “What charm is that?” Rhys wondered aloud, “Miss Winchester, is she your pick then?” Rhys asked, observing the man closely. If she were to be his pick, did a spark of something factor into it, or was it all business? The way others conducted themselves was truly fascinating.

One of the most interesting aspects of the season, at least to Rhys, was that the men were not on equal footing with the women, at least in terms of scrutiny. Now the queen would deem which man was the best amongst them, from the gentry, of course. “And do you believe that you will be picked as her majesty’s choice?” Rumour had it that anyone could be picked, but Rhys doubted a stable hand would be amongst the names on the queen’s shortlist.

Aiden mused inwardly, a quiet satisfaction settling within him at the thought of Pippa Winchester potentially earning the coveted title. While the echoes of a past intimacy with her father lingered as a faint footnote in his personal history, he firmly believed it held no sway over his current preference. Nor did the pleasant prospect of fostering a deeper friendship with Pippa herself unduly influence his judgment. No, his inclination towards Pippa as the diamond stemmed from a more objective assessment of her merits. He recognized her sharp intellect, her keen understanding of social dynamics, and the undeniable spark of wit that danced in her eyes. He had no doubt that she possessed a certain allure, a captivating presence that would undoubtedly draw the attention of eligible bachelors – even if his own affections lay elsewhere.

A diplomatic smile gracing his lips, Aiden voiced his support, albeit with a necessary caveat. "Miss Winchester might indeed be a most suitable choice," he conceded, his tone carrying a note of genuine approval, well aware of Pippa's own aspirations for the coveted recognition. "She possesses a certain… vibrancy that I believe would be well-received." He paused, a subtle reminder of the ultimate authority in such matters. "However," he added, his smile softening slightly, "it is ultimately Her Majesty's discerning eye, not my humble opinion, that will bestow the title."

[ofmythsandfables]

@lady-llewellyn liked for a starter with Aiden!

❈ — He was on high alert. Everything about this woman sitting on the opposite side of the bar from where he stood screamed supernatural being. But not a werewolf, certainly not a vampire...but what the hell else was out there that he didn't know about? He'd only ever encountered those two beings before, at least in these parts.

"...May I help you?" Aiden did his best to remain neutral toned when addressing her, but damn if every hair on the back of his neck didn't stand on end right now...

What the hell was she?

[ofmythsandfables]

@ghostofaformerself liked for a starter with Aiden!

❈ — It wasn't often a human came into the bar, but when they did, every werewolf inside remained on alert and knew to not give anything away. Even the drunken ones knew better. So when this woman came into the bar and smelling of human, everyone soon after was on their best behavior.

While Emily, Aiden's sister, tended to everyone else, Aiden took it upon himself to stop hauling the boxes of whiskey and help the human himself. The sooner he can please the customer, the faster they'd leave.

"Can I help you?"

[aiden-gold-24]

Golden Army for the Win!

Just got recruited by the one and only PDU-001. Bro came in, all slick black rubber and gold trim—no words, just that hypnotic stare.

He held out the golden jersey. I didn’t even think. Just grabbed it. Slid it on. Felt it seal around my chest, number 24 shining like it was made for me.

The second it clicked, I knew. I’m not just some guy on the wing anymore. I’m Aiden Gold, Left Winger, part of the Golden Army.

Ready to train. Ready to shine.

Let’s get golden. 💛⚽🔥

@Brodygold @goldenherc9 @polo-drone-125 @polo-drone-001

[shadowuserannie]

Demigod mercenary?

Julia and Alice wave him over, under the Hermes banner. He sits and immediately they engage in conversation, asking him which ‘Star’ something is better.

“I don’t know what that is?”

They both gasp as though he’s just said something abhorrent, and Aiden winces, reminding himself that biting his fingernails is a stupidly obvious tell.

“You don’t know what Star Trek is?!”

“You don’t know what Star Wars is?!”

“No.” He deadpans.

“Okay, then! I’ve got this entire campfire to convince you Star Trek is superior!” Alice is rubbing her hands together eagerly, a glint in her eyes he’s come to know as manic (when? When did he become familiar enough with her to know that? It’s only been a few days)

Julia scoffs. “Please. Star Wars is by far and away way better. Aiden will side with me! Anyway, I call dibs first!”

Alice’s bottom lip juts out and she crosses her arms. Julia grins and turns to him. “Okay, Aiden, you’re gonna want to stick with me here. Time to be properly cultured.”

Alice makes a screeching sound, and Aiden whips his head around. Is she dying? Was she stabbed-

Oh.

No.

No, she’s just glaring at Julia with half the force of 001’s ‘small’ glare.

…

How important do these…star things have to be to be worth this much animosity?

[r0ttingsystem]

Intro post because we're very new to Tumblr O⁠_⁠o

Were an OSDD-1B system of 100+, introject and little heavy, our host is grian (proxy -🐈‍⬛⭐🦜🐾)he's a split itroject of hella sources but main is grianmc and goes by he/it, you can tell who's fronting by the [name].txt tag

We use he/it/cut/gut collectively and our collective names are puppy, Aiden, Otto, demo and 001

we have BPD, DPD, autism and dyslexia(+)

We're an artist and currently trying to open up commissions :D

We're transmasculine/transneutral(+MANY xenos) afab and gay (abrosexual)

Our theriotypes are puppy/dog,(specifically a borzoi breed), cat (orange or black and white), lamb/goat and some alters have other specific theriotypes (for example, Wendy's is a rat :3)

We're dollkin & ghost kin & starkin & angelkin

We suffer also from involuntary (and sometimes voluntary) age regression (due to a mixture of mental disorders)

<3 8.3.22 <3 @bunnysiren Inlove with them since August 3rd<3

Uhhh don't know what else to add, we're vv dumb and new to this lol

Oh yea!! Our singletsona/collective oc

Our other blogs:

@r0ttingsystems-intros - alter intros

@spider-verse-confessions - spiderverse confessions blog

@r0ttingangels - vent blog (tw)

@northtism - North's hyperfixiation blog

[musicallyiinclined]

dante had broken up with aiden because of all the fighting, tired of the way he prefers to lash out with his fists instead of using his words. he's never been violent toward dante, but he'd found part of himself always wondering if today might finally be the day. the stress had been too much to take, so he'd eventually called it off, stating that if aiden couldn't change his ways then they couldn't be together. the problem was that dante was already in love with him--is still in love with him--and any time he gets drunk or they're in the same place they find themselves in a similar position to the one they're in now. "i don't know," he whispers back, even though it's a lie. he takes advantage of aiden's closed eyes and presses a soft kiss to his lips, light as a feather. "you're in my veins, aid. i can't get you out."

he keeps his eyes closed for a moment longer, savoring the closeness between the two of them a little longer. he couldn’t bring himself to pull away from the male's embrace entirely, feeling comfort in the warmth that the other provided. part of him hates how weak he is around him, wishing that he had the power to cut the cord entirely. but, there’s another part of him that doesn’t want to do that. because that would mean that he would never be in this position again, that he would never touch him again, that he would never feel or see him again. that thought alone causes his heart to pinch. “ it’s never going to be just tonight, is it? “ he whispers, eyes still closed as he brushes his fingers up and down the male's back. “ we’re never going to let each other go, are we? “