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Hey Guys! I’m still working on a few things and life is still well - crazy, its life after all - But I am desperately wanting to get a few things going with Aden, I miss my sweet child - if you want to do something just drop me a message - ask or IM either is okay, or just comment on this post and I’ll come to you <3
Independent, Semi-Selective & Canon Divergent Aden from CW’s The 100 “If I become Heda, I pledge my loyalty to the thirteenth clan.”
i feel like @natblidaaden handles aden so well it’s chilling! reading their threads makes me feel a lot of Feelings TM for aden as a person in the world of the show and even outside of it, beyond being a leader and survivor, being a young child, which is very nice from a character that i have never expected to like as much as i do.
It’s been over two years and i’m just NOW noticing that murphy’s the one that helped aden up after ontari tossed him aside after he tried to protect Clarke. :’)
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@natblidaaden | sc
he leans back against a table behind him, sipping his water as he eyes the boy training. others have left already, but he’s determined to stay, and it’s always a good sign. a peaceful, almost UNNOTICEABLE smile curls on his lips when he waits for the boy to notice and acknowledge him. it’s been a while, he hasn’t visited polis in few months, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss the city. sure, it’s big and sometimes appreciated a bit too much, but he likes the vibration around here. there’s so much going on, you will never be lonely.
lincoln raises his chin briefly, once the young warrior finally turns towards him, and he gives him a nod. “does not look TOO bad,” he comments, a hint of tease in his voice. of course, they both know that aden is doing good job, he’s skilled and he’s eager enough to work with his skills to only become better. and one day, he would have to become the BEST, or the spirits wouldn’t be gentle to him. “it’s getting late. SHOULDN’T you be going back already?”
Aden was well known to be a hard worker, perhaps it was why Titus despite often disagreeing with what he did, rarely actually brought it up to the young teen, he worked hard - he trained hard. But most of all he wished to serve his Heda well, if Leksa should fall - Aden was looked towards as the most likely to become Heda following her. Something he had heard many times, something he honestly wasn’t sure how to feel about.
“Linkon,” Aden quickly spoke, straightening up quickly at the sound of the familiar voice, a slight smile tugging on his lips as he carefully pulled himself up, moving the stick he had been practicing with to the side as he walks carefully towards the warrior, “Perhaps, I was inspired to work a little harder today - how are you Linkon? It has been awhile since I saw you last.”
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two horses stood saddled and bridled. lexa had called for aden and she had shaken titus so all that was left was the securing of her extra quiver to the side of the side-back of the saddle. she wanted to ride out for part of the day, and spend more time with aden. all of the novitiates had been training hard and advancing through lessons, and yet aden was the one who was more like family to her than the others. he had been in polis since he was very small and some days it was hard to tell if he felt more like a brother to her or a son. “who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky and actually beat me in a race this time.” she tells him, a twinkle of a smirk in her eyes, a challenge, but their bigger challenge for the day would be securing a hunt and there were still things she wished to teach aden to keep him sharp.
Aden adored his Heda, above all else that was the truth that almost anyone who saw the young boy - no, he was a young man - it was in his eyes, even as he fought hard, as he trained hard. There was a softness there - something Titus often called out as ‘weakness’, but even above his adoration for his Heda - Aden adored Leksa. It was few people that saw behind the war paint, but Aden was lucky enough to know her, he remembered fondly as a small child the Heda who showed him a kindess, he also remembered painfully a few memories of another who had often been by her side - one who had been taken.
But those were memories tucked aside, right now Aden was lucky enough for some time without the others - something that although he adored them as well, he looked forward to the special time he got to spend along side Leksa. A playful little grin tugging at his lips as he easily mounted his own horse, “I’ll do my best.” He quickly spoke, trying to hide his slight playfulness, “What are we looking for today Heda?” He knew there were times he was allowed to call her Leksa, but when others were within hearing those were not the right times. No, he refused to allow others to see something that could be considered as ‘weakness’ in Leksa.
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“ this way. ” terrain her own , madi need not even offer a glance around to ensure their journey back would be as easily recognizable . in fact , aden wasn’t the first pair of fresh eyes she bestowed the responsibility in introducing the valley’s LAST STANDING GLORY to . a responsibility in which madi takes on with gusto . “ so … ” at her feet a branch is kicked . there’s something on the tip of her tongue just vying to slip betwixt her tiered lips , and oh , vocables win the battle . “ you were set to fight in the conclave? ” / @natblidaaden . sc!
Aden honestly was a little bit wary of the girl, but at the same time - she was the first living person he had seen in well.. years now. He knew better than to completely trust a child though, no matter how old they were - a child could do serious damage. He himself had been one of those such children, being trained to be that way for as long as he could remember. Still, there was something about this girl that made him smile, even a slight bit, she was a nightblood - just as he was, just as those he had loved the most had been. He doesn’t speak a whole lot, honestly it still hurt a bit to even do so too much with his neck having healed the way it had.
He speaks a little, just enough - eyes curious as he looks around -trying to see anything familiar about the area he was following her into. A faint smile tugging at his lips once more, “Sha... Yes. I was meant to.. Leksa had hopes I’d take her place as Heda - but... things happened that prevented my chances.” He pauses slightly, shaking the memory from his mind - speaking of Lexa was one thing, but the memory of what had happened that prevented his own conclave was.. perhaps still a little worse. He had meant to be the one to protect the younger ones, even if the conclave was meant to be done a certain way - he does have doubts that he would have been able to kill those he saw as his family.
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natblidaaden’s way of describing of nature & surroundings is amazing & makes me think of the actual set of the show, and more on how would aden see it and it makes me care a lot more about him as a character than i thought i ever would. sparky has a way of bringing me in the scenario that they have planned in their head that i feel very sucked into & aspire to inspire in a reader. aden’s voice is clear and constant in her writing, and no time when i have read their threads i felt any other than that his voice in the show would whisper the words right in my ears.
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“ EM’ PLENI! ” Leksa snaps. “ This is not an argument. ” she states, her voice stern, powerful, despite her wounded and recovering body. “ You will get into that bunker. ” she may have been heda once, but no longer. The conclave had went on despite her wanting it to. Though she doesn’t have the strength to lead and she has to accept it. Octavia had won, and though Aden had survived, Leksa had not let him participate. Octavia would lead them into a new world once the five years had come and gone. Leksa would not be joining them in the bucker however, as she had let their people down. She did not feel she deserved a spot and no one would change her mind. | @natblidaaden
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As she snaps - Aden’s mouth quickly closes, cutting off what he was going to say. He wanted to argue - of course he did, but seeing her still so wounded it broke his heart. She didn’t need to be Heda, not to him - being Leksa was enough - Leksa had taught him care, respect - love. Still his eyes narrowed, lips pressing tighter together. He wasn’t leaving her - no matter what she said to him - even if she ordered him to. She may no longer have the title of Heda - but she was still Leksa. He would always try to listen to her, he respected her, but this talk was utter nonsense to him. If she really believed that he would leave her behind she was truly losing her mind.
He had listened - not taking part in the conclave, he had still been weak himself then - had still been reeling from everything else that had happened. It had been only Leksa’s words though that stopped him from taking part. This time though, he wouldn’t listen. “With all due respect Leksa..” he began, his own voice just as stern even as his hand reaches out to grasp her own, a look of utter determination that he had learnt from Leksa herself crossing his face as his hand gently holds onto hers. “...but you are not going to force me into that bunker without you being right there beside me when the doors close.”
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I would like to say that @natblidaaden’s portrayal of aden feels so raw and well written it’s a delight to read the way aden is written as both a child and a warrior so well that it gives me chills. I can hear the character’s voice distinctly when i read sparky’s threads and it’s a very nice feeling when somebody puts so much love and energy into an underrated character <3
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IT’S CHRISTMAS IN JULY AND ALSO, PRIMARILY, AUGUST, Y’ALL.
here’s the official post! thanks to everyone who liked / reblogged the interest post earlier. y’all will be added to my spreadsheet. yes, there’s a spreadsheet. two actually. it’s a thing of astronomical chaos and beauty, and it all makes sense in my head. the gist of it is, i think many of us are feeling a little out of sorts lately. the dash is a stressful place, our characters are going through a lot ( or in my and a few other’s cases, have just been dead for a while… ) and it can be hard to remember why the hell we’re all doing this thing and why we even started.
i would like to try and help. i can’t fix everything, but i think it would be pretty neat if we were reminded what we like about each other, and what others like about us. i’ve organized five weeks’ worth of guided prompts for youse to respond to about the person i’m assigning you to. the goal is that each week, everyone will respond to the prompt in regards to their assigned person. then i’ll post them on a special blog: aka @100positivityproject throughout the week. et voila! hopefully this’ll spread a little bit of cheer.
those of you who liked or reblogged earlier are automagically added to my list, but please feel free to reblog and spread the word! even if you’re from another fandom, and i know there’s a couple of youse, you are on my list. nobody is getting left out, and nobody is excluded.
so here’s how it’s going to work.
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the crunch of leaves echoed through the trees like old wooden boards under heavy feet . it brought the hairs on the back of madi’s neck to a standstill . if the world were not in such a state of wrought devastation perhaps the sound would have passed by upon the breeze , however , the valley’s quiescence is not all too often disturbed . “ clarke? ” no , no ; it was clarke who had sent madi to go on water duty whilst she kept things in order at home base . an animal the only logic to suffice for the thought that it could be anything — anyone — else is immediately tossed . her hope had already come for her .
oh , but she had been wrong to believe there was nobody else left once before . who would have thought she’d be wrong for believing so again ? not madi , yet , all too unsuspecting does she walk herself right out into the line of fire , sight . there’s but a brief clearing between them . the pick knife procured from her side to rest in her palm during her search clutched a little tighter . this time madi is not only taken by surprise ; she is unprepared . “ —.. ” / @natblidaaden
Aden had been on his own, the world seemed to have changed so much since Praimfaya - even before it arrived though, the world was crumbling. At least - his world was. The loss of Lexa having just been the beginning - following that though, was the loss of his brothers and sisters... his fellow nightbloods were slaughtered - he was almost killed. He still bore the scar from Ontari’s actions. The wound was now healed, although it hadn’t healed the best - the scar was an obvious mark on his neck - from just below his ear almost around to the other. It was not a pretty sight by far, not that Aden himself could really see it - other than a faint pain or stiffness occasionally - it barely bothered him anymore.
It had been over a year since Praimfaya hit, the only reason he even knew it began had been because of the friend that had helped him heal after his escape from Polis had ended up dead... the memories of him burning alive.. the smell. It was still something that was among the many other deaths that haunted his nightmares. He sometimes wondered why he was still fighting - but he had promised to keep fighting. To stay alive, even though he wasn’t sure when he’d see another living person... was he the only one still alive that wasn’t in that bunker he remembered Alfie speaking about?
He had finally travelled back away from Polis, a small but worn sack over his shoulder - filled with little things he deemed saving from the rubble that was once his home in Polis. But the sight of such GREEN... it had been something he thought was a dream until he smelled the familiar scent of nature.. of life. A look of wonder filled his face as he slowly walked, looking around everywhere.. until he heard something. A voice. But it was what the voice said that caught his attention - a name, a name he had heard before. Clarke... But it was a childs voice - a child no older than Kari had been. The girl had been one of the youngest among the nightbloods, a sweet thing but a fiesty one that had loved to play pranks on Titus.
His head shakes as he steps a little closer, he was always prepared - but this was a child, a child he was seeing as the first living person after over a year of being on his own. Instinct makes him speak. fluent Trigedasleng being the language. his voice still a little strained - partly from disuse - partly from his neck not quite healing just right. Alfie had said it may never heal quite right - damage had been done - but he had managed to survive the attempt on his life.
“Are you alone? ... Ai Laik Aden Kom Trikru... Who are you?”
Okay... It took me around three hours but Aden’s blog is ALMOST up to date! At least his tags and things are - so go me! I still need to edit his verses page a little and then I just need to finish re-making his icons, but as of now - I think I am ready to dive into rping again, so drop me a message if you want to play! <3
~ Sparky
