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#counting: Aden
starter (later part in story where a murder is planned)
Lights were out with the only light coming from a flashlight. He was gonna make sure this goes perfectly, make sure the purple highlighter of a human being follows them to the back and beat their head in. Add a bit of psychologically torment to their mind before their dead so if they come back they'll be like a pup and help them. Or get forced down under cause they believe they did wrong. Whatever works.
The stage seemed to be set so he went to check on jack, who was twitching slightly. They were worried to say the least about the plan, failing on the both of them or just not having time to pull through. Jack didn't know who he was gonna be told to kill, Wilson said it was a surprise he'd find out later. Would be a few minutes before the show would start so preparing Jack and the stage was to be done.
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"Darling do be a dear and check if anyone's around." aden hummed, "I don't want the plan to go to waste~"
He nodded his head, then left the room to look around the stage looking under chairs and the top. Tail moving low to the ground as he started to sniff the air for a smell. Humans have that so shouldn't be hard to find them. He did smell Aden earlier to make sure he didn't get it wrong, even if the smell was different then his.
The blueberry smelled like cream mint.
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roseberry-creates · 4 months
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Main set of reference sheets for counting decades complete! Anyone other oc in that universe will depend on my motivation to work on/or make them one.
Everyone in this post has two versions (besides Samuel who I did three). With the other refsheets being posted on @harpersocs
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For Aden specifically. the buttons from his suit and buckles from both his mask & boots are the same color.
The gloves, pocket, boot straps, and mask straps are the same color as well.
His suit jacket & pants are the same color as each other to.
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pinkieglitterheart · 4 months
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Aden and Sun
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Background is from the game itself and didn't feel like drawing it.
Aden is from counting decades, a oc universe/project I'm trying to figure out. This is mostly a 7-8 year old him as I feel he'd find the bots neat and I wanted to draw him happy.
With how CD is with the magic and creatures in it plus technology made by those beings. I feel one of the demon keys would just let him travel here as that's something from his universe that makes it possible. I'm figuring out something for it but that's it in simple terms.
Sun is probably concerned how he got in and probably what he's telling him Or confused because its old games from like 1790+ or something. maybe both
Also child has flappy hands!
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harpersocs · 4 months
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General character Content warning: Blood, Gore, Murder, knife,
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Bio: work in progress. I have described him in multiple ways before, but finding a simple one is hard.
Toyhouse profile
Extra images & info:
young Aden
Family: Mother • Father • Robert
CW; light blood warning for two images
- Hes arrogant, aloof, and I joke about how he is the incarnate of anger basically most times I talk about him.
- Hates strawberries and wants nothing to do with them. (he is allergic to them)
- His build is on the lean athletic one, though it's small muscle build. It's still visible slightly. (my art just doesn't show it well usually.
- His back scar is from a burn he got from Andrew.
- Look in his 40s but he's way older then that. (story thing)
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The blood covered version but a small look at what Aden's bedroom looks like.
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zvaigzdelasas · 2 months
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[BBC is UK State Media]
The United Arab Emirates (UAE) has funded politically-motivated assassinations in Yemen, a BBC investigation has found, exacerbating a conflict involving the Yemeni government and warring factions which has recently returned to the international spotlight following attacks on ships in the Red Sea.
Counter-terrorism training provided by American mercenaries to Emirati officers in Yemen has been used to train locals who can work under a lower profile - sparking a major uptick in political assassinations, a whistleblower told BBC Arabic Investigations.
The BBC has also found that despite the American mercenaries' stated aim to eliminate the jihadist groups al-Qaeda and Islamic State (IS) in southern Yemen, in fact the UAE has gone on to recruit former al-Qaeda members for a security force it has created on the ground in Yemen to fight the Houthi rebel movement and other armed factions.
The UAE government has denied the allegations in our investigation - that it had assassinated those without links to terrorism - saying they were "false and without merit".
These are largely between the two parts of the "real" "legitimate" "internationally recognized" coalition govt of Yemen you've been scolded so much about over the last month btw [22 Jan 24]
Continued after the cut
The killing spree in Yemen - more than 100 assassinations in a three-year period - is just one element of an ongoing bitter internecine conflict pitting several international powers against each other in the Middle East's poorest country.[...]
In 2015, the US and the UK supported a coalition of mostly Arab states led by Saudi Arabia - with the UAE as a key partner - to fight back. The coalition invaded Yemen with the aim of reinstating the exiled Yemeni government and fighting terrorism. The UAE was given charge of security in the south, and became the US's key ally on counter-terrorism in the region - al-Qaeda had long been a presence in the south and was now gaining territory.[...]
Under international law, any killing of civilians without due process would be counted as extra-judicial.
The majority of those assassinated were members of Islah - the Yemeni branch of the Muslim Brotherhood. It [...] has never been classified by the US as a terror organisation, but is banned in several Arab countries - including the UAE where its political activism and support for elections is seen by the country's royal family as a threat to their rule.
Leaked drone footage of the first assassination mission gave me a starting point from which to investigate these mysterious killings. It was dated December 2015 and was traced to members of a private US security company called Spear Operations Group.[...]
Isaac Gilmore, a former US Navy Seal who later became chief operating officer of Spear, was one of several Americans who say they were hired to carry out assassinations in Yemen by the UAE.
He refused to talk about anyone who was on the "kill list" provided to Spear by the UAE - other than the target of their first mission: Ansaf Mayo, a Yemeni MP who is the leader of Islah in the southern port city of Aden, the government's temporary capital since 2015.[...]
Mr Gilmore, and another Spear employee in Yemen at the time - Dale Comstock - told me that the mission they conducted ended in 2016. But the assassinations in southern Yemen continued. In fact they became more frequent, according to investigators from the human rights group Reprieve.
They investigated 160 killings carried out in Yemen between 2015 and 2018. They said the majority happened from 2016 and only 23 of the 160 people killed had links to terrorism. All the killings had been carried out using the same tactics that Spear had employed - the detonation of an improvised explosive device (IED) as a distraction, followed by a targeted shooting. The most recent political assassination in Yemen, according to Yemeni human rights lawyer Huda al-Sarari, happened just last month - of an imam killed in Lahj by the same method.[...]
Mr Gilmore, Mr Comstock, and two other mercenaries from Spear who asked not to be named, said that Spear had been involved in training Emirati officers in the UAE military base in Aden. A journalist who asked to remain anonymous also told us he had seen footage of such training.
As the mercenaries' profile had made them conspicuous in Aden and vulnerable to exposure, their brief had been changed to training Emirati officers, "who in turn trained local Yemenis to do the targeting", the Yemeni military officer told me.
Through the course of the investigation, we also spoke to more than a dozen other Yemeni sources who said this had been the case. They included two men who said they had carried out assassinations which were not terror-related, after being trained to do so by Emirati soldiers - and one man who said he had been offered release from a UAE prison in exchange for the assassination of a senior Yemeni political figure, a mission he did not accept.
Getting Yemenis to conduct the assassinations meant it was harder for the killings to be traced back to the UAE.
By 2017, the UAE had helped build a paramilitary force, part of the Emirati-funded Southern Transitional Council (STC), a security organisation that runs a network of armed groups across southern Yemen.
The force operated in southern Yemen independently of the Yemeni government, and would only take orders from the UAE. The fighters were not just trained to fight on active front lines. One particular unit, the elite Counter Terrorism Unit, was trained to conduct assassinations, our whistleblower told us.
The whistleblower sent a document with 11 names of former al-Qaeda members now working in the STC, some of whose identities we were able to verify ourselves.
During our investigation we also came across the name Nasser al-Shiba. Once a high-ranking al-Qaeda operative, he was jailed for terrorism but later released. A Yemeni government minister we spoke to told us al-Shiba was a known suspect in the attack on the US warship USS Cole, which killed 17 American sailors in October 2000. Multiple sources told us that he is now the commander of one of the STC military units. Lawyer Huda al-Sarari has been investigating human rights abuses committed by these UAE-backed forces on the ground. As a result of her work, she would frequently receive death threats. But it was her 18-year-old son Mohsen who paid the ultimate price.
He was shot in the chest in March 2019 while on a trip to a local petrol station, and died a month later.[...]
A subsequent investigation by Aden's public prosecutor found that Mohsen was killed by a member of the UAE-backed Counter Terrorism Unit, but the authorities have never pursued a prosecution.
Members of the prosecutor's office - who we cannot name for safety reasons - told us that the widespread assassinations have created a climate of fear that means even they are too afraid to pursue justice in cases involving forces backed by the UAE.
Reprieve has received a leaked UAE document that shows Spear was still being paid in 2020, though it is not clear in what capacity.
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eviesaurusrex · 2 years
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“ʟᴀᴅʏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ.” | ʀ. ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ
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Not my GIFs!
Robb Stark x Tyrell!Reader
summary: A request for something fluff with Robb Stark!
word counts: 1.8k
warnings: kind of protective!Robb, fluff, more fluff, first-time pregnancy, a bit of angst, but really just a hint
author’s note: I’m really happy about my first request (and work) for Robb because he was my first GoT love :D But I’m not really happy with how this one turned out, so I am really sorry. The next one hopefully will get better! Edit: I just saw that tumblr messed up with my writing, so I edited it!
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The puffing breaths of the black horse condensated in the cold air around her, the sound of heavy hooves sinking into the soft ground of the forest floor was the only sound echoing through the tall-growing trees around Winterfell. It was always peaceful out here, which was such a stark contrast to the busyness within the walls of the castle that YN loved to escape from time to time. She loved her life up here, as Lady of Winterfell, far from her former home where she was as useless as a pretty bush of roses.
Growing up in Highgarden, down in the Reach, had been pleasant but never fulfilling. As the eldest daughter of Lord Mace Tyrell and younger sister to Willas Tyrell, her father’s heir, she had nothing else to do but marry an old, lazy lord and continue and secure his unsuccessful lineage. Her father never had a high aim for his eldest daughter, even though her grandmother Olenna always had a greater future planned for the Golden Rose of Highgarden—in her grandmother’s eyes, she had been the perfect match for a king or prince. Olenna never wanted to waste her precious granddaughter to a low lord as her imbecile of a son had in mind. Instead, the Queen of Thorns had managed to secure an alliance with the North, and the match had been, luckily, a love match. It had taken time, but the instant sympathy and attraction from both had been a reliable support for a blossoming romance.
It certainly had helped that YN was quite fond of the winter and cold.
The sudden sound of heavy paws ripped the woman back into reality, and turning in her saddle, her eyes almost immediately spotted the dark grey dire wolf prowling through the forest, his bright eyes trained on her. Smiling, YN whistled softly, and Grey Wind trotted over the small path and sided with her on their slow way back to the castle.
Riding through the gates, the Lady of Winterfell was greeted with respectfully bowed heads by the guards while some of the children waved before getting ushered back to their tasks. Hullen, the master of horse, exited the stables at the sight of his returning lady and walked over to the courtyard. His left hand grabbed for the reins while he extended his right to YN to help her down, but he thought it through and pulled his hand back again. He knew that his lady was more than capable of getting off the horse herself. YN slid off the saddle and down onto the hard ground. “Thank you, Hullen. Treat him with the biggest apple you can find—he deserves it,” the woman smiled while patting the strong neck of her beautiful stallion Robb had gifted her shortly after their wedding. Aden had been her trustworthy companion on her rides ever since.
“Of course, m’lady,” the master of horse said, bowed his head, and led the horse back to the stables. Meanwhile, YN turned around to see Robb striding towards her, the dark fur on his cloak framing his handsome face, his dark curls still a tad tussled from their escapades a few hours prior. Smiling, the former Tyrell waited patiently until he reached her—strong hands enveloping her frame beneath the black cloak she had thrown over earlier, their faces only mere inches apart. “Wife,” he whispered in a greeting before nuzzling his nose against hers. “Husband,” YN returned, smile still on her lips, while her glove-clad fingers tangled themselves in his brown curls.
Softly and lovingly, the eldest Stark son pressed his lips to hers, and YN sighed deeply at the familiar feeling of his kisses, which still ignited a fire in her body, unlike anything she had ever felt in her life. Kissing Robb was always thrilling, always on the brink of satisfaction, and it always made her feel loved and cherished. YN really was grateful for her grandmother’s plans for her very person.
“I was worried,” the Stark mumbled against his wife’s lips before distancing himself a bit to intently eye her face. “Grey Wind was a great companion on our way home.” Robb smiled at her words but soon turned serious again. “You did not overdo it, love?” Softly, YN shook her head while her thumb caressed his cheek tenderly. “We were perfectly safe,” she promised in a whisper and laughed under her breath as the strong, serious man sighed deeply and let his hand rest on her lower stomach where a slight curve had made its appearance several weeks ago—and which kept growing steadily. “I only want you two safe and sound.”
Instead of saying something, YN pulled Robb down at his neck and kissed him with all she had, while his hand kept laying atop his first, still unborn, child.
With pleased looks on their faces stood Catelyn and Ned at the railing circling the walls of Winterfell and watched their firstborn son and first daughter-in-law. “I cannot remember seeing him this happy,” the mother mumbled while Ned held her close. “I am sure he wasn’t before she stepped into his life and turned everything upside down. I know this feeling all too well.” Catelyn looked up to her husband and smiled. “Sometimes it is good to rearrange one’s reality. It certainly didn’t harm Robb.” Ned laughed deep in his chest. “No, it definitely did not. Quite the opposite. Are you happy, Cat?” At her husband’s question, Catelyn looked up again and nodded. “I am. She is perfect for him, he is perfect for her. They await their firstborn, Maester Luwin thinks it will be a pleasant pregnancy judging by the signs so far. My son is happy, and that is all a mother can hope for.”
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The sound of cracking wood in the grand fireplace accompanied YN in her endeavors to rise from the furred and soft chairs in front of the warm fire in their bedchambers. Suddenly, the door got opened, and Robb entered their room; the sight of his struggling wife pushed a smile on his lips. He closed the door behind him and walked over to her. “You know I can help you with that, love?” His teasing voice tickled a groan out of her, and the pregnant woman gave her attempts up. “This is nothing to laugh about. I’m not even halfway through this pregnancy and already struggling with the easiest tasks—getting out of this bloody chair on my own, for one instance,” she grumbled, and the Stark laughed lightly under his breath before kneeling down in front of his wife.
“I love you,” he told her with the most serious expression. “I love you both.” And with that, Robb bent his head and pressed a lingering kiss on her ever-growing stomach. Her fingers instantly tangled themselves in his soft brown strands, and a smile full of contentment stretched across her lips. “You are lucky you are the most loving husband in all of the Seven Kingdoms. If not, I would have chased you away a long time ago.” Robb grinned up to her and leaned his face further into her hand, which caressed his cheek, his soft beard tickling her skin. “I must be really lucky then,” he mumbled before spreading her legs and pulling his wife to the edge of the chair.
She gasped for air and rested her arms around his neck as Robb held her close and raised to his feet with her in his arms. The man carried her to the fur-covered bed and lowered her onto the soft mattress. “We have a family gathering to attend,” YN reminded the lord, but Robb only climbed over her and situated himself in the furs, pulling her body closer to his by her waist. “They will not die if we miss one dinner.” Her skin muffled his voice as he littered her throat with soft kisses before she pulled his face up.
They stared into each other’s eyes, the blissful atmosphere seeping into every corner of the room, and their body relaxed even more. YN let the tip of her nose brush against his, and Robb sighed, turning into the soft man he always was around his wife.
It still amazed him how his life had turned ever since the Golden Rose of Highgarden had entered it. Before the fateful day of her arrival, Robb Stark had only lived for his family and duty as the firstborn son of Ned Stark and future Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. He had held objections against marriage as both parents had reached out to him with the suggestion of finding and taking a wife as future Lady of Winterfell. He had never shown any interest in the daughters of the northern houses, and as his mother came to him with a letter from the Reach, he had been… intrigued but still unsure if he was ready to be a husband. But his mother and Lady Olenna had arranged a meeting halfway through the realm, and Robb must’ve been blind if he didn’t feel the attraction towards the woman now lying safely in his arms.
The thought of her in another man’s arms alone made his blood boil, and instantly, his arms enveloped her closer and pulled the woman closer and closer.
“Are you happy?”
Robb’s unsure voice pulled YN out of the daze she had fallen in while almost drowning in his dark, kind eyes, and her brows furrowed tremendously. “Do I seem unhappy? Not content?” She asked in return, now unsure herself. YN never wanted to make the impression of being unhappy up in the north, or as if she wanted to return home to the south, back to the warmth, because quite the opposite was the case. In the four years since their small wedding ceremony in the Godswoods, YN recalled not one single day filled with longing thoughts for her former home.
The Stark barely shrugged and propped himself up on one arm, looming now over her. His other hand softly caressed the soft strands of her hair spreading over the pillows. “I suppose no one ever asked you if you want to be dragged up here in the cold north. A place without the lush gardens of Highgarden, always cold and icy…-“ But YN pressed her finger against his lips to silence him. “Robb,” she whispered tenderly, grabbing his chin in her fingers and stroking over his beard with her thumb. “Do you really believe I would still be here if I were unhappy? That I would have married you and vowed my love in front of your family, in front of the gods?” Robb looked helpless as he shrugged again, and YN smiled up at him while taking his hand from her face and letting it rest on her stomach. “I would not be carrying your child if I wasn’t happy with you in the cold north, with you by my side. I was never this content in my life than here in Winterfell.” A soft grin graced her lips, and Robb sighed, clearly put at ease. “I don’t know where those thoughts came from. Sometimes the things Theon says about you are getting to my head,” the Stark tried to explain himself, but YN only shook her head. “It is all right, my love. And specifically for your mind: You are making me the happiest woman in all of Westeros.”
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This got really shitty, and I’m super unhappy with it, but the ideas didn’t want to come for another piece, so I went with this one. I’m sorry for even uploading it xD As usual: Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated! Thanks for reading <3
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suckerforcate · 1 year
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Saw you're taking requests!
Can I request Larisa Weems x f!reader where reader lost a bet and have to do a dare where they have to do a sexy dance in front of Larissa and of course Larisa kinda enjoyed it yet pretends to be mad by it so having them to come to her office later on when in fact Larissa will 'punish' her!
Punishment
Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader
Word Count: 2120
Warning: NSFW, 18+, fingering, nipple play, cunnilingus, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, mistress kink (?)
A/n: So I really hope you like it, I feel like I'm not that good at writing this kind of smut. I do really like the beginning though! <3
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"Yeah, I know. I lost, how many times do you want to say that?" You playfully slapped Aden's arm.
Aden was your favourite colleague and probably a friend by now. The only problem was, that you knew he could be ruthless, and you'd lost a bet against him.
"Well, have you already thought about the dare you're gonna punish me with?" Aden's eyes lit up and a devilish smirk appeared. You knew this look, you were in deep shit.
"I've thought, it's time for you to act on that little crush of yours." He was talking about Larissa, your boss. Actually you had sworn yourself to specifically not act on that crush, because, well, she was your boss.
"You're going to visit the Principle and do a sexy dance in front of her, best on her lap." Your eyes widened before you hid your face in your hands. This was a disaster, you thought he wanted you to flirt a bit, ask her out. Anything, but not this.
"Aden, you are unbelievable. I'm gonna get myself fired."
"Oh, don't be so dramatic. She'll love it." He winked at you and gently pushed you toward the door. You turned around and looked at him, shocked.
"You want me to do it now? I'm not prepared, at all!" He huffed and just pushed you more.
"You don't need to prepare, just use your innate charm." He followed you and waited outside the office. Of course, he wanted to know how it went immediately. He didn't mind waiting.
With shaking hands, you knocked, and it felt like your heart beat out of your chest as Larissa called you in. With even shakier legs you entered. Your breath hitched as you saw Larissa. She looked as beautiful as ever and smiled kindly as she saw you enter.
"(Y/n), how can I help you?" You slowly approached, walking around the desk until you stood in front of her. Her eyes never leaving you.
"I'm really sorry, Principle. I've lost a bet against Aden." Larissa looked quite confused, as she didn't understand what you were apologising for. She didn't know, until you started dancing.
Slowly you moved your hips, eyes never leaving hers. Your hands roaming up and down your hips and waist, you tucked the emerald green blouse you were wearing out of your pants and started unbuttoning the blouse a little at the top. Just so much that you were still covered, but that Larissa could see enough.
Larissa's face had changed from utterly confused to a mix of anger and amusement in seconds. She couldn't deny that your actions did arouse her. She felt her fingers twitch, wanting to touch you and expose more flesh. But she kept her self-control and didn't move a bit.
While still swinging your hips you took a few steps forward to be closer to Larissa. She just couldn't keep her hands anymore, she put them on your waist and slowly guided your movements. As sexy as possible you crawled onto her lap a leg on each side of her. Your face incredibly close to hers. Larissa leaned forward a bit, her mouth right next to your ear. You had to support yourself somehow, or you would have caved in, your hand landing on her chest. She had wanted to say something, but your hand placement made the words get stuck in her throat. The self-controlled woman she is, in mere seconds she had found her voice again. It came out husky and deep, controlling and a little angry even.
"I think I need to punish you, for being such a bratty little girl, don't you think so?" You eagerly nodded, maybe a bit too eager.
"Come to my room this evening, and you'll get what you deserve. Now leave, before I'll lose it." She planted a gentle but hungry kiss on your exposed shoulder, a little foretaste of what would come later.
You stood up and left, feeling her eyes on you the whole time. Outside the office, Aden looked at you expectantly. Smirking as her saw your opened blouse.
"Not one word." You said, leaving for your room, knees still pudding. You couldn't believe what had just happened and the thought of this evening made you shiver with anticipation.
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Standing in front of Larissa's room you felt your knees nearly cave in. The day had been torture, concentrating on work, knowing what would happen in the evening. You hadn't finished half the work you wanted.
After a few second Larissa opened the door, she was still in her normal clothes. Even though she had taken the coat off, leaving her with a white silk blouse and her skirt. You didn't move, just staring at her. She was way too beautiful to be real.
"I'm flattered (Y/n), but that won't get you anywhere today." She took your wrist and pulled you in, you stood right in the middle Larissa's living room, but couldn't get a good look as she dragged you to her bedroom. She had a king-sized bed, with a big wooden headboard, graced with golden ornaments.
The sheets were cream, and you counted at least six pillows.
"Be a good girl and sit down on the bed." You obeyed, ready to do anything this woman asked of you. You saw her walking over to a drawer, getting some things. Though you couldn’t see them as she put them down on a chair out of your view.
Her voice was demanding and yet gentle. You knew you had the control, if you said stop, she would stop.
"Take of your clothes, not your underwear. That I'll do myself." She smirked at you while bluntly staring at you undress. Your blouse as well as the pants landed on the floor, and you kicked it out of the way. Larissa approached you, hands on your hips and pushed you down onto the bed. She hoovered above you and leaned down to whisper in your ear.
"You've been a very bad girl, haven't you? You need to be taught a lesson." You nodded into her shoulder, as you felt her hand slowly wander down your stomach into your panties. Your whole body twitched at the contact of her cold fingers between your folds. She ran through them a few times before taking her hand out and licking her fingers.
"Your so wet already, is that all for me?"
"Yes, mistress." She chuckled at that.
"I like that, keep being such a good girl, and maybe I'll reward you in the end." You felt your centre throb more with every word she said. The effect this woman had on you was crazy.
She lowered her face and liked your nipples a few times before taking them in her mouth. You moaned at her hungry sucking and licking. She used her other hand to caress your other breast. Right as you were about to moan again she bit down on your nipple, lightly but enough for you to scream out at the sudden pain.
"Remember, this is punishment. Don't enjoy yourself too much." She looked at you, stern look on her face. But you could see raw, unfiltered lust in her eyes.
With a swift motion she released you of your panties. She stood up and went to the chair coming back with handcuffs and silk rope in hand. You got exited just seeing this. The sweet angel that Larissa actually is, her face and voice became kind again.
"Are you okay with me tying you up, (Y/n)?" Her face showed you, that she'd never actually hurt you, so you nodded.
"Yes, do it." So she did, with gentle touches she cuffed your hands to the headboard and your feet to the footboard. Regularly checking in on you, asking if nothing was too tight and if you were still feeling alright. After she was finished and sure of your well-being, she turned dominant and commanding again.
She sat down between your spread out legs and lightly stroked over your clit a few times, already making you a moaning mess under her. To your disappointment she stopped before it got too good. But all was forgiven as you saw her lean down, ready to eat you out. The second her tongue touched your clit, you let out a groan. You had never felt anything comparable to this feeling. She liked up and down your folds, tasting you as good as she could.
"You taste divine, Darling." You nearly moaned again, just because of the let name. You knew your first orgasm would come fast, as you were already absolutely worked up for her. She teased your entrance a bit with her tongue and then rubbed your clot with the tip of her tongue. Always touching you in some way, but never giving you real release. This was punishment after all.
Still, just the teasing brought you near the edge, ready to come. She felt that, she heard your moans getting louder and your legs twitching. Your hip thrusting forward to get any sort of friction or release. So right before you could come, she stopped.
"Ah, Mistress, please... I need to come!"
"But you won't." With that she stood up and went to grab something. As she turned around, your eyes widened. She held a massive vibrator in her hand. She approached you and pushed the vibrator into you. Just that made you moan out in pure pleasure. She started the vibrator, on a low level, to torture you even further.
"You will not come. Hold it in until I tell you otherwise." You wanted to say something, but she shushed you with a hungry kiss. Placing kisses on your neck down to your shoulder and finally on your breasts, liking and sucking on them, she made it even harder to hold the orgasm back. You clenched your jaw but couldn't hold the screams in. Larissa stopped caressing you and stood up. Slowly, torturously slow, she started to undress. You just couldn't keep your eyes off her body. The vibrator inside of you working you up more and more, eliciting moan after moan. It got harder and harder to not come, her show in front of you not making it easier.
As she was fully undressed, she crawled onto the bed and carefully climbed on top your face, a leg on each side of your face. She lowered herself until your mouth touched her nearly dripping centre. As you started licking her pussy she leaned forward and pulled the vibrator out of you, eliciting yet another moan from you. Carefully she touched your clit with the tip of the vibrator, your hips buckled underneath the touch, your tongue never stopping to pleasure her. She turned up the level of the vibrator.
"Oh god, (Y/n). Just like that, and don't you dare come." She was a moaning mess above you and quite honestly you had never seen anything hotter in your life. All while being eaten out, Larissa took the vibrator away from your throbbing clit and placed it on it again. Repeating this again and again, denying you the much-needed release through an orgasm.
"Ah, more, I'm close." She groaned your name and held the vibrator down onto your clit again, with more pressure this time. It was nearly unbearable.
"(Y/n) I'm coming, I want you to come at the same time as me." Larissa's moans grew loader and deeper, and you felt her thighs clench together around your face. She came and finally you got release too. With a scream you came, never had you felt an orgasm so intense. But Larissa didn't take the vibrator away. She climbed off of you and placed herself between your thighs again.
"Mistress, please. I'm too sensitive." Inserting a finger into you and pumping it in and out slowly, she looked at you.
"You can do it, come on. Just one more orgasm for your Mistress. Scream for me." And you did, at first it felt sore and uneasy but after just a few seconds the pleasure took over.
She applied even more pressure with the vibrator and thrust her fingers in and out of you faster. You moaned and screamed her name in pure ecstasy.
"Oh, Larissa. Mistress I'm coming."
"Yes, come on my fingers." With a last scream of her name you came. Completely exhausted you smiled at Larissa. She immediately turned into an angel again. Uncuffing you and cleaning you up. She neatly tucked you into bed and lay down beside you.
"I hope, I wasn't too harsh, love." She looked at you, concern in her eyes.
"No, it's fine. I promise." With that you fell asleep in her arms.
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ssa-atlas-alvez · 11 months
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Sunflower Seeds (BAU x cowboy!reader)
Warnings: Death, sadness, abuse, bad foster parents, death of a child, murderous foster parents, smoking, addition (to cigarettes) 
Word count: 2403
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“This case is a rough one, folks,” Garcia said as she entered the room, handing you each a file. “Some sicko in Colorado is targeting foster kids,”
Hotch made sure the briefing was short, not wanting to waste any time before you all got on the jet. 
"What are you doing?" JJ asks.
"Readin' the file." You answered, before offering the bag of seeds you were currently making your way through, "Sunflower seed?"
"Why are you eating sunflower seeds?" She sits down next to you and you shrug. 
“Got hungry,” You lied, “‘S all I had in my bag,” JJ rolls her eyes slightly as she chuckles with a smile.
“Garcia’s calling,” Morgan cut your current conversation and you all turned to the laptop.
“Speak and be heard!” Garcia exclaims as she pops up on the screen.
“Have you managed to look up the foster history of the victims yet?”
“The database is running as we speak,”
“These kids were all well behaved,” You state with a sigh, flicking through the file, “I don’t understand how they were in so much trouble at school,”
"I bet you were such a sweetheart as a kid," Garcia teased, the rest of the team chuckling. 
"Er, no ma'am, I was not," You answered, embarrassment flushing against your cheeks, "I was actually quite the little shit - pardon my language. I mean I was goin’ through a lot, but that doesn’t excuse my past behaviour, I did chill out at about fifteen though,"
“What happened at fifteen?” Reid asked curiously.
“My Mama and Pops adopted me and Aden,” You said with a small smile. 
When you got to the station, introductions and the set up was quick and soon enough, the team had all split up to different crime scenes. Hotch, however, had asked you to stay at the station, to interview different foster kids who might have known or seen something. Hotch had told you that he would be back soon, he just needed to follow a lead with Prentiss.
“Excuse me? Mr FBI Agent, sir?” You look up, a small boy, only about seven. He was the last one to be interviewed (in fact you were about to go and get him for his interview), his foster parents had dropped him off three hours ago and left, claiming that they needed to pick up another one of their foster children from daycare. You had made sure the boy had been comfortable sitting in the breakroom with some snacks, a drink, and a colouring book.
“Hi, how can I help you?” You ask, giving him a small smile. 
“I- You are FBI, right?” When you confirmed, he continued, “Is there a way you can tell them to move me to a different foster home?” 
“What’s your name, kid?”
“Jacob,”
"I'm (Y/N)," You said, before asking “Why do you want to move, Jacob?”
You furrowed your eyebrows as he answered, “I want to be with my sister.” You swallow the lump in your throat, only having known the worry about being separated from your sibling.
“I can try, kid,” You said, “But I can’t promise anything…”
“They’re not nice people.”
“Who?”
“My foster parents,” Jacob whispered, “They yell… and they throw stuff…” You close your eyes for a moment, being able to read behind the lines. 
“How bad is it?”
“It’s bad,” Jacob’s voice wobbles as he tries his best to keep his emotions at bay. 
“Hey, kid, look at me,” You crouch down and wait until he’s looking at you, “I’m g’nna make sure this place gets shut down, you hear me?”
Jacob gives a small sniff as he nods, desperately wiping at his eyes. “It’s okay, kid, it’s okay.” You mumbled, pulling him close to your chest. “I promise, I will make sure you go somewhere nice.” Jacob clung onto you tightly and you lightly rocked the pair of you back and forth in hopes of helping him calm down.
“Jacob, your foster parents are here to collect you,” Hotch said as he appears in the doorway and your heart breaks as Jacob only clings onto you tighter.
“Jacob, hey, look at me,” You swallow slightly before continuing, “I’ll do everything I can to get you somewhere else, okay?” He nods as he forces himself to let go of you and stand up.
“Promise?”
“Yeah, kid, I promise.” You reached into your pocket, making sure the foster parents weren’t looking before you handed him your card. “You have access to a phone?” He nods, “Okay, you phone me if you need me, okay?” He gives another nod as he pockets the small card. You watch as Hotch leads him out of the room, to his foster parents and you have to look away for a moment. When you gather the strength, you look back to find Jacob looking at you anxiously, you give him what you hope is an encouraging smile and then he’s gone.
You didn’t account for the foster parents being the killers. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.  
It’s been maybe five hours since getting back to the hotel when you get the phone call, it’s the middle of the night and you were laid in the dark trying to sleep. When you answer it, Jacob’s scared whisper on the other end of the phone, begging you to come and get him, that he was in the kitchen, and he was scared. And then the line goes dead. You’re standing up and putting your shoes on as you wake Hotch up, only giving him enough time to knock on Rossi’s door before you’re out of the hotel and in one of the SUV’s ready to go.
You all but kick the door off it’s hinges as you enter the house, heading straight to the kitchen, stomach dropping when you see his small figure on the floor. You’re kneeling next to him in an instant as you put pressure on the wound.
“Hotch? Hotch, call an ambulance, he needs an ambulance-” You rush out when he walks into the room. Hotch nods, with a grim look on his face as he takes in the kid’s condition, knowing he’s not going to make it.
"You're g’nna be a'ight kid, you hear me? You're g’nna be a'ight," You give him a small smile, “You’re g’nna be just f’ne,”
“You came?” Jacob’s voice is quiet and you have to strain your ears to hear him.
“Course, kid,” You reply, “You’re g’nna be okay kid,”
“Promise?”
“Yeah, kid,” You answer, voice shaking, “You need’a hold on, a’ight??”
Jacob nods slightly before he goes limp in your arms, “Kid?” You bring a hand up to lightly tap his cheek, “Kid?! Kid, come on! Hotch!” When Hotch is in the room, you look up from Jacob’s face to Hotch, “Hotch, he’s stopped breathing, what do I do?!”
“I don’t think there’s anything we can do.”
“What?” You look up at him, face a mix of desperation and anger, “Hotch, we can’t do nothin’-”
“(Y/N), he’s lost too much blood, nothing we can do will help him,”
“We could try a transfusion-”
“We both know we can’t do that,”
“We have to do somethin’!”                
And then the rest of the team (minus JJ - who stayed behind to be with Elena, Jacob’s sister, who had made her foster parents take her to the station in worry for her younger brother, she had quickly told JJ about her ‘big sister intuition’) and the paramedics arrive. It takes Hotch and Morgan to pry away and you want to hit both of them for it. Instead, you get into one of the SUV’s and drive back to the station. You needed to be the one to tell his sister.  
JJ looks up when you enter the room, “JJ, can you give us a minute, please?” JJ studies you for a minute before she nods, telling Elena that she’ll be right outside.
“Where’s Jacob?” You swallow heavily as you sit down on the couch, next to Elena.
“I- I’m so sorry,” You begin, “I did everything I could, but he- he didn’t make it,” Elena’s eyes are immediately filled with tears as she stands.
“No, no you’re lying! No!”
“I’m so sorry.”
“This is your fault! This is all your fault! You killed him!” She screams and just hearing it makes your throat hurt. You stare at her, desperately trying to keep the tears at bay as she continues to scream at you. “Your fault! All your fault!” She shouts, hitting your chest as she does, you barely flinch. “All your fault!”
You look up, meeting eyes with JJ as Elena lands another open hand hit against your chest as she yells. Your eyes drift back to Elena as she collapses against your chest, sobbing. “I got you,” You mumble, and she grabs your shirt tightly in her fist as she sobs loudly. “I’ve got you,”
“He can’t be gone,” She hiccups, “He can’t be dead. He can’t be.”
“I’m so sorry,” You mumble, swaying lightly. “I’m so sorry,”
The door opens and closes quietly and your head shoots up. JJ gives you a small smile as she sits next to the two of you, she gently scoops Elena in her arms and gives you a look – telling you to have a moment to yourself. You nod a thanks and leave.
You walk straight to the closest shop – not stopping to talk to any of the team, mind too caught up as to how you still haven’t managed to make an arrest, despite knowing exactly who was behind all of this. Being caught up in your own head also meant that you didn’t hear Hotch tell Morgan to follow you and keep an eye on you.
You were usually so good, whenever you had the urge to pick up a cigarette again, you'd munch your way through your weight in sunflower seeds until it left. But after this case? There was no way that was going to happen now. When you get there, you buy a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Wasting no time, you sit on the curb outside of the shop, lighting the cigarette now in your hand and taking a long, deep breath. Part of you had missed this.
 And then, out of pure luck, you spot Mr Richards, Jacob’s foster dad, crossing the road. You ditch the cigarettes and lighter on the floor and the next thing you know, you’re sprinting after him and then tackling him to the ground. When he struggles, you pull your arm back and punch him, and then again and then- A hand’s on your shoulder, trying to pull you off.
“(Y/N), that’s enough.” Morgan? You ignore him and shrug the hand off, punching him once more before you’re ripped off of him and being held back. Richards is on the floor, groaning. Prick. 
The rest of the team all jog to the scene, Prentiss and Reid cuffing Richards and Hotch approaches you and Morgan. “What happened?” He’s looking at you as he speaks, but you assume he’s talking to Morgan, so you continue to glare at Richards, whose nose is still bleeding. You can’t help but smirk slightly at that. 
“He tackled him and kept punching,” Morgan answered shortly. 
“Take him back to the station, don’t let him see Richards.” Morgan nods as he leads you to the SUV.
You're restless on the flight back, legs shaking, hands fumbling. You knew everyone noticed (it was a bit hard not to), but we're thankful that no one said anything yet. Your body was itching for another cigarette. The familiarity of it between your fingers, the repetitive motion. You place your hand in your jacket pocket, feeling the small box and feel yourself relax slightly. 
"Clint Eastwood over here has been smoking," Morgan said.
“So?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow. 
“So it’s not exactly good for you,” He answered, you huffed slightly. 
“I’m not doin’ this now,” You reply, closing your eyes as you let your head hit the back of your seat. 
“Let me talk to him,” JJ says softly and there’s the quiet sound of someone sitting down opposite you, “(Y/N)?”
You open your eyes, finding yourself automatically gazing into JJ’s. “Yeah?”
“Talk to me,” She says softly and you have to look away. You don’t want to spill everything. You don’t want to be vulnerable, not when the others are so close by. You knew the second you started, you’d want to tell her everything, spill your heart out. So instead, you just shake your head.
“I’m fine,” You give a small smile before shutting your eyes once more, you hear her sigh and feel her gently place her hand on your shoulder and then it’s gone and suddenly you feel cold. 
When the jet lands, Hotch makes it known that he wants to talk to you in his office. You don’t say anything, you just nod. And so, you follow him to his office.
“Normally, I wouldn’t be too concerned,” Hotch said, “But this isn’t healthy, smoking isn’t healthy. You’re using it as a coping mechanism.”
"I know it's not exactly the best solution-" You began, "But it's better than, I don't know, some coping mechanisms for sure."
“You need to talk to someone about this,”
“I’m fine.”
“(Y/N), I’m serious,” He says, voice stern. “You can’t bottle this up.”
“Hotch-”
“Don’t make me put you on leave, (Y/N).” That hits a nerve and the next thing you know, you’re sort of yelling. 
"What do you want me to say Hotch?! I held that kid as he died Hotch!" Your raised voice caught him off guard, you didn't generally raise your voice. "I- I told him he was gon' be 'kay. And then I had to tell his sister he'd died. And what, y’all expect me to just be 'kay after that? I'm sorry to disappoint ‘cause I ain't. N I'm sorry if that means I'm not the person you thought I was or if that somehow disappoints you, but I- I can't just forget about it that easy,"
“Of course you’re allowed to be upset, it’s normal.” Hotch replies, keeping his voice comforting but still stern, something you didn’t even realise was possible until meeting Hotch, “Take the weekend to relax, we’ve all got the time off, see how you feel on Monday, okay?” You nod, mumbling an ‘okay’, “Alright, I’ll see you later, have a good weekend.”
“You too,”
“And (Y/N)?” You turn to him, “Try and quit the habit while you’re ahead,” You give a small nod and leave the office. 
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wait-nsee · 5 months
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✨Only less than 24h to grab my comic on the Shortbox comic fair website!✨
Honey and Mangoes
47 pages/ 7£
Supernatural/ Investigation/ Poetry
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USMC AV-8B Harrier jet pilot shot 7 Houthi drones in the Red Sea
Slaughter ended up generating debate about the status of ace in aviation.
Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 02/13/2024 - 15:33in Military, War Zones
An AV-8B Harrier II attached to the Marines Middle Tiltrotor Squadron (VMM) 162 (Reinforced), 26ª Marine Expeditionary Unit (special operations capable) (MEU (SOC)), takes off from the amphibious assault ship USS Bataan (LHD 5). (Photo: Sgt. Matthew Romonoyske-Bean / U.S. Marine Corps)
In the skies above the currently tense Red Sea, Captain Earl Ehrhart V of the U.S. Marine Corps (USMC) became a possible ace of aviation by shooting down what he claims to have been seven kamikaze drones of the Houthi rebels.
In a BBC report, Captain Earl Ehrhart, pilot of the AV-8B Harrier II jet with the Marine Middle Tiltrotor Squadron (VMM) 162, attached to the elite of the 26ª Marine Expeditionary Unit (with special operations capacity) (MEU (SOC)) claimed to have shot down the seven Houthi kamikaze drones during operations in the Red Sea and the Gulf of Aden, conducted from the amphibious assault ship USS Bataan (LHD 5).
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Captain Earl Ehrhart V of the USMC, an Ado V-8B Harrier pilot attached to the Marines' Middle Tiltrotor Squadron (VMM) 162 (Reinforced), 26ª Marine Expeditionary Unit (special operations capable) (MEU (SOC)), receives signals during flight operations aboard the amphibious assault ship USS Bataan (LHD 5). (Photo: Sgt. Matthew Romonoyske-Bean / U.S. Marine Corps)
The operations highlighted the adaptability and innovation involved in responding to Houthi threats. "We toot a Harrier jet and modified it for air defense. We carried it with missiles and so we were able to respond to drone attacks," Ehrhart explained to the BBC. This tactical adjustment was crucial to effectively combat the drone attacks of the Houthi rebels, which Ehrhart described as "a robust and capable force". The success of these missions highlights the technological and strategic advances made by the U.S. military forces to maintain superiority in increasingly complex combat environments.
The AV-8B Harrier II are agile aircraft, with vertical takeoff and landing (VTOL) capabilities, which offer unparalleled flexibility and fast response in the region's complex airspace.
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An AIM-9M Sidewinder is loaded on an AV-8B during flight operations aboard the USS Bataan. (Photo: Sgt. Matthew Romonoyske-Bean / U.S. Marine Corps)
When the Houthi of Yemen began firing missiles and piloting drones against commercial ships in the Red Sea, the crew of the USS Bataan sent the jets to try to shoot them down.
"I never imagined that I would do this when we left," says the main pilot, Captain Earl Ehrhart. "They are shooting us all the time, so we need to be even more focused. Our systems need to be prepared so that we can stay safe."
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An AV-8B armed with an AIM-9L/M Sidewinder missile aboard the amphibious assault ship USS Bataan.
Captain Ehrhart and his fellow pilots Harrier play a crucial role in safeguarding maritime traffic and deterring the Houthi aggression that operates within the area of responsibility of the U.S. Fifth Fleet. Its count of neutralized drones underlines the effectiveness of naval aviation in combating emerging threats and maintaining regional stability.
Although the details of specific missions remain confidential, Captain Ehrhart's achievements speak for themselves. With seven drones victims of the accuracy of their Harrier, Captain Ehrhart's name is engraved among the ranks of those who guard the skies. Although the traditional definition of "ace" may be evolving in the era of drones, his achievements speak a lot about his exceptional talent and courage.
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Armed with an active AMRAAM missile and a Litening pod, an AV-8B takes off from the USS Bataan during flight operations.
If this is confirmed, Ehrhart would be recognized as the first American "ace" since the Vietnam War, a title prestigiously reserved for pilots who won five or more victories in air combat.
The United States Air Force has criteria for granting air victory credits that cover the destruction of enemy air vehicles, manned or not, armed or not. This policy indicates a recognition of the evolutionary nature of air threats and combat, extending the possibility of achieving "ace" status to combat with unmanned aerial vehicles (UAV). Historically, there are precedents for the attribution of the status of ace in unconventional contexts. During World War II, Lieutenant Frank Luke, known as the "Arizona Balloon Buster", was credited for the destruction of 14 German observation balloons before his death in combat.
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Aviation photographer and pilot since 1992, he has participated in several events and air operations, such as Cruzex, AirVenture, Dayton Airshow and FIDAE. He has works published in specialized aviation magazines in Brazil and abroad. He uses Canon equipment during his photographic work in the world of aviation.
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magicalyaku · 1 year
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Thanks for joining me on this ride through 2022! When I started my reading spree in autumn 2021 I did not expect to find so much joy (and sometimes frustation) to motivate me to write hundreds of words about books every month. I read and write what I want and because I want to, but it's nice to know that sometimes there’s actually someone interested in what I have to say. So thank you for even the small interactions. :)
I had to edit this overview like five times because whenever I thought I was done I found another book I missed. So if I counted correctly I have read a total of 93 books (written and audio, not including manga, comics and non-fiction). That is ... a damn lot! Like 6 years combined compared to before. I also reread two of those books and while editing my novel I read it two whole times. That counts, right? (That’s why there’s 94 covers up there. Because i snuck it inbetween. Because I can. uAu) Only 14 of all these books I would categorise as non-queer. Funnily enough, 6 of those I didn’t like very much. Of the remaining 75 queer books I only found 1 book really bad and I’m picky about 2 more. Huh.
On to the award ceremony! (But don’t expect laudations. I wouldn’t shut up.)
Least favourite phrase:
... it smelled like boy.
(from: The Song that moves the Sun, Darius the Great (probably the 2nd) and the third time I already blocked from my mind (Here the Whole Time???)) That sentence came up fucking three times! Seriously. WHY?! I hate it. 8D
Favourite phrase:
But we have more important things to do than hook up.
(from: The Darkness Outside Us) I laughed so hard at this sentence. Finally someone who gets it! All stupid YA heroines should listen to this.
Favourite protagonists:
Jack Shannon (Aces Wild) and Neil Josten (All for the Game)!
Favourite covers:
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Least favourite books:
A Far Wilder Magic (Allison Saft) and If You Change Your Mind (Robbie Weber)
Favourite books (no order):
The Darkness Outside Us (Eliot Schrefer)
Aces Wild: A Heist (Amanda DeWitt)
The City Beautiful (Aden Polydoros)
Every Bird a Prince (Jenn Reese)
All for the Game series: (Nora Sacavic)
I Wish You All the Best (Mason Deaver)
I Hope You Get this Message (Farah Naz Rishi)
More books I greatly enjoyed:
Both can be true (Jules Machias)
A Taste of Gold and Iron (Alexandra Rowland)
The Language of Seabirds (Will Taylor)
A Complicated Love Story Set in Space (Shaun David Hutchinson)
At the Edge of the Universe (Shaun David Hutchinson)
Milo and Marcos at the End of the World (Kevin Christopher Snipes)
Little Black Bird (Anna Kirchner)
The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea (Axie Oh)
In Deeper Waters (F.T. Lukens)
So this is Ever After (F.T. Lukens)
All that’s Left in the World (Erik J. Brown)
.... aaaand many many more! uAu
Bonus!
At the half year point I actually counted how often the protagonists names were being used throughout those different books. I felt to lazy do to it in detail for the second half, but I can still present you my preliminery count of most used names for the protagonist, love interest and possibly best friend. These came up at least 3 times!
Will/William
Matt
Nate/Nathan
Andrew/Drew
Daniel
Lame, right? 8D My favourite name choice award goes to Rosemary and Rowan from Mirrored in Evergreen by B. Pigeon!
That’s it! Phew! Thanks the universe for books! :D
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I'm still on the fence of roleplaying long or as much in general but want to see about giving it a go.
just know my words in writing is similar to my style I do and that I go shorter in my response in thing. if your fine with me going longer or making up more then that'd be great, can do the same thing for me to.
main characters I'll use here are Aden, Henry, Jack, and Axis.
Aden is my manipulative and more cold angry character. he doesn't normally like spending time with others and would push those he gets bored with to the sides if he finds no use for them. I would have him be more nicer then he is but still wanting it to be similar to regular him.
Henry is my more nicer one. Sweet in the wrong place and likes to help when they can. a darling that cares for others regardless if they don't care for them.
jack is a werewolf. him looking like the traditional werewolf is possible but he doesn't do it often. Was kidnapped by Aden a few years ago and broken down till he was nothing but a call to kill. Jack is afraid of most things and switches between this cold blooded killer to wanting to hide behind the nearest thing.
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roseberry-creates · 6 months
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Aden with messy hair and a lab coat
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pinkieglitterheart · 8 months
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for @whumpers-monthly of prompt 18
Counting Decades is a oc universe I have. Main two ocs in it are Aden (the human) and Beast (the monster oc).
full image is under a read more plus one without the background. cw for the following: excessive blood, death , and gore.
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harpersocs · 8 months
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In the past (other): Aden Wilson
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height: 3'5
bio: A younger Aden, about 5 to 12. He's easily excitable about subjects that he's interested.
toyhouse profile (if the profile isn't available I'm editing it.)
extra (th pfp screenshots & extra art)
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homokinetic · 5 months
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I will never forgive. When I think of Aden and Shahd, my friends. I will remember this moment in history. When the world turned their backs on them.
The other day when the count was 5,500 I looked at my camera roll and realised I had that many pictures saved in my comics folder. I scrolled through it, JUST to remind myself of the gravity of that number. I had it zoomed out all the way, each row was 21 photos across. It would still take me 5 and a half FULL SCREEN photos on my phone to show you ALL OF THEM.
Now imagine that as lives. Pictures. 21 rows across of a photo of each person it would still take me five and half screen shots from the absolute top, where my phones little island thing is covering the middle part, to the absolute bottom.
Image those numbers now.
Your silence is violence, and may your God be merciful on your soul when you turned your head away. Wilful ignorance gets people killed.
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