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Adonis watches over the boy with a salt water blue stare. Curses him with lives unwanted. Aiden Jacob Steiner. Indie. Roleplay Blog. Canon Divergent.

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[bonewardhound]

// ANIMAL FAMILIAR.

TIGER.

The tiger, though very, very powerful, is a dangerous, mysterious, and unpredictable familiar. They ae often the companion of one who ha strong feelings of vengeance o hate to another person. However, you are most likely very independent and sure of who you are, and strive to be yourself and not conform to others. You are pushed through even the toughest of situations through willpower and wise decisions, if you are able to keep your feelings of anger in check.

A Tiger familiar is a very strong, vicious partner in battle. They help their master through mental stress, giving them the will to continue on.

This familiar represents -

Shadows

Willpower

Anger

Unpredictability

Mystery

Wisdom

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[bonewardhound]

pokes abs

Lips purse together in bemusement when the dull prodding begins, waiting with growing impatience for Derek to stop casually examining the firmness of his abdomen. “Dude. I told you. I work out.”

[bonewardhound]

PUCKERMAN.

          “Ah, okay. Besides, the only way I’d be able to retrieve ‘em is if I somehow managed to get my hand in his pocket, and knowing your brother, he’d think I was into him. Ethan’s a great guy, but I don’t want to send him the wrong message, ya know. Is he still dating Danny?” Puck asked as he drank from his cup. He’d never been one to follow the current gossip of who was dating who. It made his life simpler that way. “God, this shit gets worse with every sip!”

The cheap excuse for alcohol may have been bad, but Aiden could not help how loose lipped Puck was becoming as he drank it down. Most of the other students preferred to leave Aiden alone as they found him intimidating, but Puck had enough of a reputation that Aiden’s outwardly uninviting demeanour did little to dissuade his company. “I dunno, man. Why don’t you shove your hand in and see what happens? You might get lucky.” He’s teasing Puck now, a smug little smirk twitching across his lips.

[bonewardhound]

DAROHKA.

   The Orc wondered if the other would accept the drink, he wouldn’t have been angry if he hadn’t, but he wanted to show some sort of kindness without openly speaking as speaking wasn’t his best asset. He was always the kind of person to throw his fists around or pass a piece of meat silently without so much as a word. He couldn’t string words together, he didn’t understand why, but he had heard those from his home tribe were the same. But he was a long way from home and had very barely met with the Orc’s from his home tribe. But that was a worry for another day. 

He nods, saying nothing as he takes a sip of his own drink, but his eyes remaining upon the man in front of him. Darokha was trying to think of something to say, it took him a moment before his lips parted. 

  “You…fight?”

The beverage is not to Aiden’s taste. The dark brew is much more potent than he had initially anticipated despite the heady aroma lingering around the filled tankard - a strong alcohol intended for Orcs to enjoy while others could merely endure it. This doesn’t convince Aiden not to down another swig as drinking it saves him the trouble of lightening his coin purse. He feels the back of his throat burn lightly as he swallows the mouthful of liquid, handsome features screwing up in poorly concealed distaste. His newfound Orcish acquaintance clearly does not have the same issue with his own beverage, but that is unsurprising due to his kind being renowned for the number of eye-blinding beverages they can pack away in a single sitting.

“Everyday.” He does enjoy a good fight. He’s good at it. There are still traces of blood and dirt he has failed to clean properly from his clothing and armour, the mercenary in serious need of a proper wash.

[alecsizzy]

teen wolf abc ⇻ A Aiden, Arrowheads, Alpha, Anuk-ite & Allison Argent

[bonewardhound]

MCCALL.

Scott smiled, his forehead dropping against Aiden’s jaw. He grinned at the other wolf’s response. Now who wasn’t playing fair? Confidence looked so good on Aiden. He had Scott hooked and he knew it very well. His fingers ran over Aiden’s chest, sliding up to grip the side of his neck with a shrug of his shoulders. “Mmmm, pretty sure that’s true. But only one way to find out if you’re wrong.” He shot back. If Aiden really cared about this silly argument, one whiff of his chemosignals, one listen to his heartbeat, and it was clear that he had no intention of carrying out his threat. He was happy with just the way that things were. “Figure out what you want to do for your birthday yet?”

Aiden doesn’t need to rely on any of his sensitive senses to detect the truths or falsehoods in Scott’s statement. He’s come to trust and somewhat depend on Scott despite the uncomfortable tension between them in the past - blame the intimacy of their relationship since Scott started attending college. It’s nice to feel comfortable against Scott’s body rather than tense and hesitant, pressing idle kisses against Scott’s forehead while fingers slip beneath the fabric of Scott’s shirt and draw senseless patterns across his lower back. “Getting something to eat sounds good… but it’s tempting to just stay here when I’ve already got you looking like a snack.”

[bonewardhound]

MAHEALANI.

          “ this isn’t even mean, this is me kicking your ass out of my bed – which isn’t mean at all. ” there’s a slight scoff at the other as he shakes his head. “ put some clothes on too, my neighbors can probably see your bare ass through the window. ” at least when he went bare ass it was when the curtains were pulled tightly closed and peering eyes couldn’t catch a glimpse. “ and you can wash my sheets too. ”

Aiden stands in the centre of the room with his hands placed firmly on his hips, squinting slightly due to the bright sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window. He’s smirking silently due to Danny’s stern and dismissive demeanour, but is otherwise distracted as he scans the floor for some remnants of last night’s outfit. The details of the night prior are hazy at best. “C’mon, Danny. It’s almost like you don’t like looking at me naked.” He punctuates his sentence with a little wiggle of his butt, having turned towards the desk where his underwear hangs. “Do you have a spare towel I can use? I was hoping you’d let me shower up.”

[bonewardhound]

STARK.

              ❛ ─ TRUST ME WHEN I SAY THIS, ❜ he pauses, before looking up at the other, a smirk tugging at his lips. ❛ if i had wanted to get the ‘ jump, ’ on you, i would have.i was perfectly fine with ignoring your existence, in favor of simply getting out of this hellhole, without being noticed. ❜ so in short, what he’s saying is ; if not for the fact that this STRANGER had made it so painfully obvious that he was tailing him. logan probably would have kept to himself and then would have skipped town as if nothing ever happened. ❛ besides, those that go around expecting trouble to find them, usually wind up with it at their front door, so to speak. ❜

                      Teeth press FIRMLY together in a frustrated display as the stranger’s warning weighs on him. He does need to swallow down his frustration in order to maintain his composure in the public setting, but his sense of control is NOT what it used to be. Aiden has ALWAYS been easy to provoke, but lately his trigger has become even more sensitive; the stranger’s confident attitude does little to settle him. But slowly his expression does begin to relax, a stern and clenched jaw softening to allow the hint of a smug smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “You think you could get the jump on me? You’re forgetting I sniffed YOU out pretty easy.”

[bonewardhound]

[flips off]

How cute.

The gesture easily provokes Aiden to gnash his teeth together in a fierce display. He is more entertained than anything, but the hostility of his reply still bleeds through his words. “How about you come over here and I’ll bite it off.”

[bonewardhound]

“Don’t bullshit me.” - from Baelfire

meme || three little words.

Aiden has never been too fond of dealing with law enforcement. They have a nasty habit of abusing their power and sticking their collective noises into places where they don’t belong, making matters increasingly difficult for him and his kind more often than not. He doesn’t trust this one who has pulled him up by the roadside; he reeks of dishonesty - though it could just be poor choice of cologne messing with Aiden’s sensitive nose.

“I’m not bullshitting you, dick,” he bites back, teeth clenched firm. His patience has been running thin, even before the detective came along. “So if you’re done, I’m leaving.”

[stellina-4ever]

maxcarver: Sunday funday (getting some mileage out of this shirt)

[bonewardhound]

I’ve decided that soon I am going to retire/archive this blog and move to a new account for Aiden that I will be listing at a future time. I’ve pretty much got set up other than having a URL I am 100% satisfied with (might just use this one again), the only other issue I am having is I sort of don’t know how to start.

I am thinking I will try to complete a few more things on here: some asks and thread that I owe, for instance. And then for new interactions I can have those on the new blog and get it up and running properly.

[bonewardhound]

Spanks the booty, then acts innocent.

Real subtle. Maybe the offending culprit in question wouldn’t be so obvious if there was anyone else around. Instead there was just him and Derek looking like the cat that ate the canary despite the clear attempt to compose himself and come across as innocent. Aiden doesn’t buy it for a moment - not with that smug smile playing at the corners of Derek’s lips. “You look real pleased with yourself.”

[bonewardhound]

Scott found the perfect gift for Aiden. A shirt that read 'im his bottom' with an arrow pointing towards where Scott would inevitably be standing. The best part? It was too short for Aiden so it was going to be a perfect crop top to show off those abs. And maybe, just maybe, underneath that shirt would be a framed picture of Aiden and his brother.

Presents.

He’s never been too good with presents; both when it comes to buying them for others and receiving them himself. Aiden stands somewhat dumbfounded as he stares at what Scott has… purchased? Made? He isn’t convinced there are any stores in Beacon Hills that sell something so horrendously bold and tries his best to suppress the amused smirk fighting to be known on his lips. “You have to know I’m never going to wear this. Even if it does show off my abs.”

The framed picture on the other hand is taken without insult or complaint, tucked away beside him. Perhaps the lack of comment is the thanks itself, not wanting to get overly mushy with such a sentimental present. He doesn’t talk much about Ethan since his twin’s moving to another country, but Scott knows him too  well.

[zachiatrist]

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[bonewardhound]

🍣 (From Leo)

meme || what the fuck did you just put in front of me?

Even with the mouthful of food already swallowed down Aiden still chews away at the poor taste lingering on his tongue. He presses the borrowed sub back into Leo’s chest, not even wanting to look at the food that has him in such an uncomfortable state. Droplets of sweat begin to form across his brow and he catches sight of his reflection in a nearby window, the red tinge developing on his cheeks causing Aiden to only grow more frustrated with himself - and Leo.

Leo had attempted to warn him away from stealing a bite, but Aiden is always easily provoked and refused to believe that Leo could handle spicier food - his awful mistake. From the moment the mixture of spicy buffalo marinade and salty ranch dressing hit his tongue he could tell the sub wasn’t for him, chewing it with a dissatisfied expression that only grew more unpleasant as he forced himself to swallow it down. He should have just stuck to his own sub, Leo’s spices burning his throat.