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primalmagic · 12 days
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when horror movies become therapy
it's been a year after the webtoon's final events, and the gang still can't watch real horror movies.
OR a sbg future au consisting purely of fluff, sleepovers, and, well, horror movies.
You would think, that one year later, things would have settled down. That everyone would be trying to get their lives back together, figure things out, and leave the past far, far, behind them.
The truth could not be farther from that.
The six of them have huddled together on Ashlyn's slightly bouncy couch, watching a crappy horror movie that was way too loud and way too flashy.
Watching horror movies had become a tradition between them, like a "take that" to everything they'd been through. It was a slow climb, sure, but it was something to do, and it made them all feel a little bit accomplished. Not being scared of another movie felt like giving a middle finger to the horror movie they lived through- almost like a step towards being... normal again.
Plus, they got to do it together.
"Someday," Taylor mutters, "We'll have the guts to go and watch a real horror film without freaking out."
Aiden snorts, shifting on the couch to avoid being squished between Tyler and Ashlyn. "Please, you wouldn't last ten seconds in an actual movie theatre."
She flicks him in the shoulder and sighs in pretend exasperation, "Please, you didn't last ten seconds in an actual movie theatre." She retorts, raising her eyebrows.
Aiden looks away, slightly red and embarrassed, "That was like, three months ago! And it was scary, okay? The ghoul thing looked like a phantom. There's no way you weren't scared too."
She can't deny that she'd also been freaking out, but Aiden's vocal reaction had made the entire group laugh for hours. He'd gotten up on his chair and screamed curses at the theatre screen, then spider-jumped two rows down and bounced outside. No, literally, he was practically hopping, flailing his arms and running out the door like an Olympic sprinter. He denies it, for some reason, justifying it with a flick of his hand and an insistence of it being only for the dramatics.
"Never said we weren't scared," Ashlyn blurts, grabbing a handful of sweet-and-salty popcorn out of an oddly geometrically decorated bowl, "Just sayin' that you didn't need to run out like Logan did when we first met him."
Logan squawks indignantly, "I did not run when I first met you!" He gets up to snatch some popcorn from Ashlyn's bowl, and makes an unpleasant face when he pops one into his mouth. "God, this is like if table salt and caramel had a baby, and then left it alone in a cornfield for a century."
"It's delicious," Ashlyn frowns, "You're taste buds are just deformed."
"I-"
"Guys," Tyler groans, "Can we just watch the fucking movie?"
Aiden leans over to ruffle his hair, causing Tyler to squeak and try to move away. "Aw, poor Tyler," He snickers, "I think he's enjoying the movie. We should all be quiet and let him watch it, then."
"I'm not!" He protests, because the film is terrible and it would be incredibly embarrassing to enjoy it, "I just want you guys to shut up."
Taylor frowns, "No you don't," She declares, definitively.
He groans, "Either you guys watch the movie and shut up, or you turn off the movie and complain about disfigured salt babies for hours. There is no in-between."
Ben types something on his iPad and raises it for the rest to see, Both, please, and thank you. He smirks slightly, clearly proud of pissing Tyler off.
He groans, "You guys are exhausting, I'm leaving. I have to get to practice early tomorrow anyway."
"No!" Aiden screams, launching himself at the tired boy, "You are not allowed to leave, buddy. You are being held hostage by the Phantom Busters, please do not rebel in any form or way."
"I... plead the fifth?" He blinks, knowing that there isn't any way out of this.
"We're having a sleepover," Logan declares, "No negotiations necessary. Or allowed."
Tyler rolls his eyes, but his irritated persona is broken when he smiles, "Yeah, sure, fine, whatever."
Ashlyn grabs another handful of popcorn, "You know, you do have to ask the person whose house it is if you want to have a sleepover, right?"
"Nope," Aiden shrugs, "But I asked your mom already."
She snorts, throwing a piece of popcorn at him, "When the hell did you do that?"
It lands in Taylor's hair, and she swats it off quickly.
"Like, right before we started the movie? You just didn't see me 'cause I'm a fucking ninja," He finger-guns her and swirls around, "Now, if you will excuse me, I must notify my parents that they are free of another morning with me."
The movie has stopped playing, and when Ashlyn finally notices, she furrows her eyebrows, "When the hell did the movie turn off?"
Ben waves the remote and throws it to Aiden, who just put his phone down.
"It's been confisticated," Aiden declares, punching his hand in the air like he's holding a gold medal instead of a TV remote.
Logan sighs, "Confiscated," he corrects.
"That's what I fucking said!"
"Whatever," Taylor waves him off, "We can finish the movie tomorrow. You guys want to play charades?"
"Can I be a clown?"
She sighs, "It doesn't work like tha-"
"Don't worry, Aiden, you don't need to pretend," Tyler grins, then ducks away from the popcorn kernel Aiden chucks at him.
"I hate you," He snaps back, with no heat behind his words.
"Ditto," He replies, still basking in the warmth of Aiden's rage.
The blonde calms down rather quickly, or at least he hides his anger as fast as possible. "You know what, thank you. I am a wonderful clown and as I stand here today, I demand justice for all the clowns in the world! You have wronged them, Sir Tyler of the Hernandez." He bows dramatically.
Taylor wheezes, "I need to get that printed on a T-shirt, oh my god."
Aiden nods rapidly, "Oh my god, absolutely, we need matching T-shirts and like, earrings."
You don't even have your ears pierced. Ben types, sharing an amused glance with Logan.
"What about the clip-on things? We could totally get that!!"
Tyler flops back onto the couch, nearly knocking into Logan, who pushes him away lightly. "Aiden, you have too much energy right now, and it's almost midnight. Can we sleep now?"
Aiden looks at him like he's insane, "Who goes to sleep during a sleepover?"
"Me. Good night, Aiden," Tyler smiles, amused.
"Fine," He grumbles, "Let's get the sleeping bags out."
The fact that they all had sleeping bags at Ashlyn's house only proved that they had slept over way too many times to count. Not that she minded though, it was nice having people around, and now that she was comfortable with them, it was almost relaxing.
Sure, it got tiring sometimes, but it was a small price to pay.
Besides, without them, who else would she watch horror movies with?
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aiden-png · 7 months
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my two precious purple boysss
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OMG YOU'RE READING SBG!!!! YAYAYAYAAYAY
I HAVE BEEN FOR A WHILE!! I JUS GET REALLY DISTRACTED REAL EASY SO THIS IS THE MOST PROGRESS I’VE MADE IN A DAYYY DBDIEHEKJMKJH
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For Claire: What is your character's favorite physical trait they possess?
For Aiden: What kind of music does your character enjoy?
For Cassidy: Could your character survive in the wilderness on their own for a week or more?
Claire: She likes her eyes, she things they look good
Aiden: He isn't picky with his music. Pop music is his favourite though.
Cassidy: Absolutely, they've done it before and can do it again
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tofuless · 15 days
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Dreams, Disaster, Discord
I was just messing around with character ideas, and now I have three demon brothers that are gonna haunt me in my dreams (in a good way)
So far from oldest to youngest is:
Red - Disaster, Casimir (fortune telling demon who only predicts disasters)
Yellow - Dream, Neo (wish granting demon who makes you regret making a wish)
Blue - Discord, Aiden (chaos demon who's presence causes madness)
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maxs-renegades · 2 years
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My first OC, Aiden
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Aiden - Sorceress of Tzeentch, Captain of the Blasphemy’s End, Butcher of Dotrius XI, High Prophetess of the Knights of Arcane. Art by the incredible @rowscara​​.
The intro to her story is under the cut, it is long and I held myself back from writing even more!
 The story of Aiden’s rise is a recent one. Once she had been the orphaned child of a pair of nobles on some Hive world. It had been ravaged by Drukhari raids, and she only survived thanks to the collapse of the building around the shelter. She was found by Tempestus Scions who had arrived too late to stop the raid. Many of them had come from similar backgrounds, so Aiden was delivered to the same fate many orphans of the Imperium are condemned too. The Schola Progenium. Where she would first experience first hand many of the injustice’s of the Imperium. Constant training and abuse was heaped upon her, along with the indoctrination and preaching of the many instructors. Of course, the true fear was of the Drill Abbots. The heavy gauntlets that struck her, or the hammer that was a constant threat. She knew the remains of other failed students were melted and hanging above the dorm entrance. Such was life under the Imperiums rule. Despite the conditions, Aiden excelled. The adversity and indoctrination was strong, and like many before her the horrible conditions helped mould her. Her instructors believed she was destined to rise high through the ranks of the Imperium Such a fate would not be hers though. As far away Magnus the Red completed his ritual on Prospero, Aiden and her class were in the midst of their Trials of Compliance. Suddenly Aiden collapsed screaming. Pain rippled through her, as if her very flesh was being rewritten. It felt like decades went by, yet when she finally awoke, not even a second had passed. Around her, her fellow students had changed, and so had she. She felt... powerful. Whispers filled her mind, promises of power and instructions. She looked around at the former classmates. Where before there had been dozens of kids fighting to prove themselves, now mutants rose to their hoofed feet. They turned to her... and bowed. Aiden felt the psychic presence of each one, and could reach into her minds. Before she could come to grips with what had happened... the Drill Abbots came. They saw the heresy, the mutations afflicting the students... and Aiden at the centre, changed. They charged, laying waste to every mutant around them. Aiden could feel the pain as each blow hit, each former comrade died to the relentless hammers. She would not let it continue. For herself and them, completely untrained she raised her arms. Shimmering flames, a cascade of pink, blue, orange fire ripped from them. Where they struck the Abbots, they weren’t killed. No they degenerated into mutant Chaos Spawn. Just as with the mutants, she leashed them to her will. Acting on her training and instinct, she led her forces through the Schola. She knew it would not last. She would have to get off the planet. Words filled her mind, raving and promises. She followed the instructions, sending out a psychic call for help. When a ship came, bearing marking of the Arch-Enemy... she entered, the first true step on the road to damnation. Her rise to being the captain, leader of her Warband, and ascension would be a long, dark journey. For Aiden however, her rise is just a matter of time.
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trio-of-chaos · 7 months
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primalmagic · 20 days
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Flat Pancakes (no, literally)
ashlyn is just a little bit done with people throwing pancakes at her
OR the gang gets in a food fight and it’s kind of funny
“Hey Ash!” A familiar voice causes her to sigh, “Catch this.”
Before she has any time to turn around, a wet goopy mixture is thrown onto her shoulder.
She looks down slowly at the pancake batter Aiden had just been holding, blinking unaffectedly, “I am going to kill you.”
Logan looks around nervously, “I don’t think blood and flour go together, maybe we can do that later?” He waves a hand at them to get back to work, but Ashlyn stays where she is.
“Who told you it was a good idea to throw squishy flour at me?” She mutters, because she just can’t hold a grudge on any of them.
“Tyler threw one at Ben!” Aiden tries to explain.
“That one was already… cooked…” She frowns, because what do you call making pancakes? Baking them? Cooking them? Frying them?? Whatever, that wasn’t the point.
“I didn’t think there was any difference!” He throws his hands up defensively, which causes Ashlyn to roll her eyes. Seriously, how can one person be this dumb.
“I’m going to go change, maybe refrain from throwing pancake batter at anyone?”
Aiden nods shamelessly, “No promises.”
“Fuck you,” She retorts, with no heat behind her words.
She doesn’t hear anything after his indignant squeak, which she promptly chooses to ignore.
As she ascends the first few steps, Aiden calls after her, “Wait, wait, before you go, can you flip the pancake in the oven really quick?”
“Why is there a pancake in the oven??”
“Where else would you put it? The microwave?” Aiden snorts, like it’s so obvious.
She groans, because seriously, why is she friends with these guys. “I can’t wait till Taylor gets here. Tyler, get the pancake out of the oven."
Tyler shrugs, "I can't stop Aiden."
Just then, the doorbell rings. Logan drops his spoon, and the guys freeze in their spot.
“What?” She asks.
Tyler, Ben, Aiden, and Logan share a weird look, all turning around in slow motion, before Aiden screams “LAST ONE TO TOUCH TYLER OPENS THE DOOR!”
Almost immediately, he plummets headfirst into Tyler’s chest, flailing his flour dusted hands all over him and the floor.
The other two simply shrug and go back to their work, as Aiden declares himself the winner. Ashlyn groans, sitting down and pulling out her phone.
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“Whatever, we can just ignore them. It’s probably one of those old bald guys trying to sell us solar panels.”
They all nod, except for Aiden and Tyler, because for some reason, they’re still fighting.
“Bro, what the fuck?” She hears Tyler exclaim as he pushes the blonde away.
Aiden shrugs, then turns around. He grabs the fresh stack of pancakes that Ben was plating and tries to spin them on his hand. They topple around as he moves, but he’s managing to keep them on the plate.
It’s actually kind of impressive. She thinks.
She looks back down to see if there’s a message from Taylor, and then hears Aiden whisper “oops”.
Ashlyn’s about to roll her eyes and ask what he’s done now, but her answer comes pretty much immediately. Aiden trips, and the plate of pancakes spiral towards her head, knocking all of them onto her braids.
Silence.
Aiden snorts, then nervously tries to defend himself. “At least they were… cooked this time?”
She turns around in her chair, and as she does, a pancake falls of her head, landing on her lap. Logan stifles a giggle, but looks away when Ashlyn glares at him.
“Why are you so hyper today?” She groans, gesturing in Aiden's vague direction.
“I’m not hyper! I’m just bored.”
Tyler seems to contemplate it, and then nods like it’s the wisest thing he’s ever heard. Before Ashlyn can stop him, he’s grabbing one of the still-cooking pancakes and throwing it at Aiden.
“Makes sense. That was hilarious.” He smirks, barely able to contain his own laughter. “Hey Ashlyn, you should totally try.”
“Oh, hell yeah,” She grins, grabbing another and chucking it at Aiden’s shirt.
“Hey!” Aiden squawks, running around like a cockroach. (fitting, Ashlyn thinks)
She doesn’t know how they ended up with a full blown food fight, but now they’re throwing everything around.
Sometime between that, the doorbell rings again. Nobody pays attention.
Ben is on the countertop, throwing handfuls of flour around like rain. Logan’s grabbing batter with a spatula and smacking everyone with dollops of it. Tyler’s throwing sugar into people’s eyes, and Aiden- is cutting the leftover pancakes into ninja stars? Seems about right.
“They’re stronger this way,” He tries to reason with Ashlyn when she rips one of them apart (it was an accident, but she’s not going to admit that). “They have ninja powers!”
He throws ten of them at the same time, as if to prove his point. They fall on the floor in an instant, and Aiden frowns. “Damn it, I was so sure that would work.”
“Idiot,” she smiles, barely holding in a giggle. Which is super weird, because she doesn’t really… giggle. Like, that’s not a thing Ashlyn Banner does. It’s freaky.
When the doorbell rings for the fourth time, Ashlyn groans. “That is one dedicated solar panel guy.”
They all walk to the door, because it’s all or none, obviously. Ashlyn ends up opening the door, muttering “What do you wa-”
Oh.
Taylor blinks, “Um, sorry for being late? I texted you a while back but you didn’t answer. I brought-” She pauses, looking over Ashlyn at the flour-caked ghosts standing behind her.
She blinks again, “What the hell did I miss?”
inspired by the art above by the creator where they’re all going insane in a kitchen lol
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thechaoticcform · 10 months
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A hum left the phoenix as she thilted her head. Violet curls that went down to her calves bounced as she walked. Crimson down feathers peaked out around the back of her neck. Other long red feather also stuck out, one with an eye spot mixed in with the front part of her hair. Aiden had heard about a fallen dragon god and was curious to say yhr least. It was worth investigating at the very least.
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@grumpyascianteddybear
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The wind tugged through the dragon's cave. He had made his home away from the mortals, so when he heard someone approaching his abode he immediately went into defensive mode. He growled and the sound echoed around him. "What brings you to my domain?" he hissed. The vibrations bounced off the cave walls, making his voice sound deep and imposing.
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dicktat · 2 years
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I judge ships based on the bugs bunny rule if it’s utterly hilarious and will definitely ensue in chaos then sign me the f up let’s see those clowns gooo
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The Raptors! Left to right: Maya, Aiden, Lukas, Gill
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halfwayinlight · 1 year
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happy FREAKING week before Mother's Day, Laura Collins. Let's do a count of your kids/grandkids:
Lucky- uh??? africa? or Ireland? idk, no one ever sees him
Lulu- in a coma
Nikolas- missing, completely incommunicado, but we know he's in a coma
Cam- in California
Spencer- well, he either made a last second escape (which yeah we know he prolly did) or he's gone kaboom
Charlotte- back with Kevin. at least we think she's fine. she's prolly fine
Jake- probably back in PC and fine
Aiden- also back in PC and fine
Ace- coziest little bundled boy with his traumatized gramma off the coast of Iceland but... I guess at least he's with his gramma?
yeah... happy almost mother's day. Also can we tell that Genie was just starting to get over a cold or whatever that was because otherwise Laura would've plucked Ace right up and snuggled the heck out of him and fussed over him and given him a dose of TLC
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"Can you just sit still?"
Aiden sighed, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at the other man in the reflection of the vanity's mirror. Blue eyes quickly averted their gaze, the man stilling in the chair he'd been all but pushed onto.
But the moment he uncrossed his arms, Amery started to fidget again. "Amery!" Aiden narrowed his eyes and Amery sighed. "You make it take longer than it need to, precioso." The older man gently bumped the hairbrush against Amery's head.
Amery watched in the mirror as his boyfriend resumed attempting to brush the mess he called his hair. It wasn't that he didn't take care of it, just that he preferred to tie it up than to brush it. Something Aiden took great distaste to.
The younger man winced when Aiden pulled on a knot, the latter muttering a soft apology. Aiden left the brush hanging from his hair, reaching for the can of detangler. "It's worse than usual.. Did you go to bed with your hair wet again?" He shook then sprayed the can.
"Uhm.. Maybe..?"
Aiden inhaled, another look in the mirror. Amery's smile was sheepish and the older man swore he was lucky he was so cute. He massaged the detangler through the hair, retrieving the brush to try and continue brushing the man's light brown hair.
"Do you want to go to the cafe after this?"
"Do you want me to bring you to the cafe as reward for brushing your hair?" Aiden countered the question, raising his eyebrow despite his focus on the knots. Amery hummed as if he had to think about it. Bi-weekly brushing for dessert...
Amery smiled, expression softening as he watched his lover's focused expression in the mirror. "Yeah, I do." Though they both knew Amery was going to pay. Aiden smiled as he continued to brush the man's slightly damp hair.
"Then let me make you look nice first, stop staring."
Amery laughed.
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musehcwling · 1 year
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muses tag drop ( pt. 02 )
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HI CASS, CLAIRE AND AIDEN ! ! !
-selena @yes-im-a-daughter-of-hades
Hi! -Cassidy
Hello Selena! -Aiden
Hello! -Claire
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