#aisha fadhil

[cigamfossertsim]

jensen: then well flip for it

aisha: if i flip you, you will get hurt

pooch: do it, jensen. you can take her

[hey-its-sybarite]

Both of these are Astolat’s fault:

- Geralt of Rivia/Emhyr var Emreis

- Damien Thorn/Lucifer Morningstar

My own damn fault:

- Franklin Clay/Jake Jensen

- Franklin Clay/Aisha al-Fadhil/Jake Jensen

- Corey Matthews/Topanga Matthews/Shawn Hunter

- Tommy Vietor/Tomi Lahren (just… don’t ask. I’m not even gonna tag this shit in case)

followers. tell me ur fav rarepairs. like. no one ships them except you and maybe a signgle friend you convinced type of rarepairs

[integra1127grimmreaper]

Clay realizing Aisha is hiding something when she questions him about Fadhil, shootout occurring then when the rest of the team find out she's his daughter.

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[forever1kay]

DC Masterlist

MISC

The misc masterlist will feature characters I don’t plan to write about often. That list will be created eventually, but as of now we’ll just focus on the masterlists below!

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→ Titans

This list includes characters from the 2018 series Titans. Works about Dick Grayson and/or Kory Anders will frequent more, but I do still write about Conner Kent, Gar Logan, Rachel Roth, Donna Troy, and Jason Todd. You can request other characters such as Hawk and Dove, Tim Drake, or Blackfire but they will be in the misc masterlist.

→ The Losers

This list includes characters such as (Jake) Jensen, Carlos “Cougar” Alvarez, (Franklin) Clay, (William) Roque, Linwood “Pooch” Porteous, and Aisha Al-Fadhil.

→ Black Lightning

This list includes characters such as Jennifer Pierce, Anissa Pierce, Lynn Stewart, Grace Choi, Jefferson Pierce, Khalil Payne, Issa Williams, and Peter Gambi.

→ Justice League

This masterlist includes Henry Cavill’s Superman, Ezra Miller’s Flash, Gal Gadot’s Wonder Woman, Ben Affleck’s Batman and Jason Momoa’s Aquaman!

→ Young Justice

Including characters from the 2010 DC cartoon show Young Justice. Including characters such as Conner Kent (Superboy), Wally West (Kid Flash), Robin/Nightwing (Dick Grayson), Kaldur’ahm (AquaLad), Karen Beecher (Bumblebee), Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle), and Virgil Hawkins (Static Shock).

→ My Adventures With Superman

Here I will write about Clark Kent/Superman. If you would like anything written about Lois Lane or Jimmy Olsen, you can request it but it will go in the misc masterlist.

→ Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman

I really only planned to write about Clark Kent/Superman, Jack Milner and Jimmy Olsen but you can request works about other characters. If I fulfill your request, those works will go into the misc masterlist.

→ Smallville

Okay, you caught me! I haven’t actually watched the show yet. I’ve only seen short clips. For now, I only plan to write about Clark Kent. This list may possibly be updated after I watch the show.

[in-quires]

I understood that they wanted to file off some of the sharp edges and make it more family-friendly. I understood that they wanted to make it less political, to broaden its appeal. My main concern was that in doing so, they turned the villain Max into a clueless clown. His plan makes no sense, and he simply is not a formidable foe. A revenge thriller needs a powerful antagonist. The Losers need to be underdogs, outgunned and outnumbered, with everything against them. Hence the name. Instead, it felt like any one of the Losers could have taken down Max with one arm tied behind his back. Or both hands, in the case of Aisha… At the end of the day I'm still conflicted about the movie, but I know that everyone involved worked their asses off to make the best film they could, and I think the cast nailed it, every one of them.

Andy Diggle 

[almostlookedhuman]

[kal-derash]

Once upon a time Negan hit Heimdall because Heimdall didn't approve of him sleeping with Gamora. But this was before Gamora shot Captain America.

[poetry-fiction-challenge]

“Nature is full of teeth that come in one by one, then decay, fall out. In nature nothing is stable, all is change, bears, dogs, peas, the willow, all disappear”  —Anne Sexton

Fandom: The Losers Rating: Mature Pairing: Aisha/Fahd

"They are like beasts," her father says, "always hungry, waiting to feast on what they can catch." His eyes burn like coal, the flames from the fire shining bright when he looks at her. She will never forget this memory of him even when she's long forgotten that feeling of fierce pride. "Do not get caught."

"Do not get caught."

Read unpick the lock of your bones by lady_krysis (saekhwa) on AO3.

[holylulusworld]

A man on a mission (2)

Summary: Jake Jensen is still no one to give up that easily…

Pairing: Jake Jensen x fem!Reader

Characters: Franklin Clay, William Roque, Linwood Porteous (Pooch), Aisha al-Fadhil

Warnings: cocky Jake, smut, unprotected sex, enemies to lovers, dirty talk, a hint of dominant Jake, language, fluff, cuddling, idiots in love

A/N: Roque isn’t a traitor for my story.

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<< Part 1

“Nice outfit, Y/N,” Jake flashes you a smile, hoping you’ll give in to his advances once again. For days he tries to get your attention, but you try to focus on finding Max. “Where did you get it?”

“Online,” you crack your neck, not in the mood for Jake’s bad flirting skills. “That’s the only way to get new clothes. I can’t show my pretty face in public thanks to the stunt you and your team pulled.”

“Hey, you helped us on free terms. You came to us, offering help in return for a favor. We did you this favor, darling,” he smirks as you hop onto his lap to have a look at the laptop in front of him. “Why did you want us to bring that guy down anyways?”

“None of your business. That’s above your pay grade,” you look at the pictures on Jensen’s laptop, frowning. “The Petunias? Who’s that? Why do you have pictures of little girls on your laptop?”

“That’s my niece and her soccer team, Y/N. I want to cheer her team on but it’s too dangerous to get close to them,” Jensen sighs deeply. “My sister and her daughter are the only family I got left.”

“Maybe we can find a way,” you wiggle on his lap, smirking as his cock presses against your ass. “If you give me what I want, you’ll get something nice in return.”

“My niece lives in New Hampshire,” he whispers as you hop off his lap. You turn around to look at the bulge in his pants, smirking. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to visit her.”

“Just stop talking and follow me, nerd. I need someone to scratch my itch tonight,” Jensen obliges with pleasure. He follows you like a love-sick puppy, wondering if you will ever see more in him than a nerd with a big dick. 

You slam the door to the room you occupy at your latest hideout shut, striding toward Jensen to look him up and down. 

“So—will you ever tell me why you willingly helped us back then? You ruined your career for us and lost your home,” Jensen yelps when you push him onto your bed, immediately crawling up his body. You kiss his neck, nibbling and biting his skin to force moans out of Jake. “Fuck, Y/N.”

“Stop talking so much. I want your dick, not to hear you talk all the time,” you grunt as his hands grope your ass roughly. “Better. Now shut up and be a good boy for me.”

“You're evading my question again!” you slam your fists into the mattress, grunting as he stopped groping you. “I want to know why.”

“Clay,” you tug at his shirt, ready to just rip it apart if he doesn’t strip it off on free terms. “Can we fuck now, or do you want my curriculum vitae first, Jensen?” 

“Clay? I don’t understand,” Jake looks up at you, eyes glued to your face. He furrows his brows, waiting for you to tell him more than a name. “Y/N?”

“Clay and I had a thing going on years ago, okay. I heard what happened and offered my help. Now get out of your fucking pants, Jensen, or I’ll cut you out of them!” you tug at his shirt. 

“Stop!” Jake wraps his hands around your wrists to stop you from getting him out of his clothes. “Did you use me to make him jealous?”

“Jensen, if you don’t get out of your fucking pants I’ll ride your thigh. I’m not joking. I want your dick and I want it now,” you sit on his lap, huffing as Jake refuses to give in. “What is your problem? That’s what you want, isn’t it?” you stare down at the nerd you hate so much. “You wanted my attention, now you got it!”

“I’m not some toy you can use to forget about Clay. I-I feel used—” you chuckle at Jake's serious expression. He falls back onto the pillow sighing deeply as you watch him with curiosity. The usual cocky and flirty guy seems to be hurt. 

“You are serious,” he nods, not wanting to give away he wants more than a quickie every other month. “Whatever was going on between me and Clay is long forgotten. We had a quickie in a seedy bar after a mission. All I remember is that I woke next to Clay the other morning. We were friends before this happened and he helped me out more than once. I wanted to pay him back, is all.”

“You weren’t in love?” he lifts his head to watch you unbuckle his belt. “Y/N, I want you to talk to me.”

“Do you want me to take care of the raging hard-on in your pants or not?” you lift a brow. He sighs as he wants nothing more than to feel you again. “Be quick or I will use my toy to get off.”

“I’m not some toy,” Jake complains. “I’m a man, not a piece of silicone! I have feelings! At least tell me more about you before I give you my cock to get off.”

“Jesus, now I’m not in the mood anymore,” you roll off Jake to lie next to him. “Fine. We play twenty questions and then you’ll go down on me and put that mouth to better use.”

“Okay,” he sits up to think about all the things he wants to ask you. “Did you ever fake an orgasm with me?”

“No.”

“Do you like fucking me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to fuck you only to get forget about Clay or some other douche?” Jake watches you sit up to strip your shirt off. He hungrily drinks your body in, eyes roaming the swell of your breasts. 

“No. I’m the love them and leave them kind of girl. If it’s over, it’s over. I like your dick, is all,” you get off the bed to shimmy out of your shorts. “Next question.”

“Did you fuck someone else since the first time we did it?” Jake prays the answer will be ‘no’ too. He wouldn’t admit it, but he wants more than sex from you.

“No.”

Jake watches you unclasp your bra, licking his lips. His hands itch to touch you, but he can’t miss the chance to get to know you better.

His cock painfully strains against his pants, but he won’t give in before you answered all of his questions. “Do you call me nerd as you do not like me? Do you hate me that much?”

“Yes and no. I like you are smart and can hack into shit, and I love your dick. But your flirting skills are the worst,” sitting on the bed you sigh. “Next question.”

“Did you fuck Clay again after that first time?” you crawl toward Jake to unbuckle his belt, smirking as your eyes land on the prominent bulge in his pants. “Y/N?”

“Whenever we felt the need to get off,” you shrug. “It was a nice little arrangement. We fucked, and parted ways. No feelings involved. We simply played hiding the salami.”

He pants heavily when you drag his pants down his legs to free his cock. “Do you even like me or is this just sex to you? Do you only use me to get off?”

“I like your dick,” crawling up his body you decide to kiss up to his chest, nibbling and biting his skin. “You are good at fucking and a giver. I like that you try so hard to make me cum. You’re not like other guys. Jake Jensen always puts the female orgasm first.”

“Every guy should try to make the girl he sleeps with cum,” he grunts when you bite one nipple. 

“Aw, see,” you cup his face to kiss him softly. “You’re like a cute puppy. Sweet and soft but with a big dick. Clay was a good lay, but he would never try to cuddle me after sex or make me breakfast. He’s just not the kind of guy sticking around to find out if he likes you.”

“I like you…a lot,” Jake opens his mouth to let you slide your tongue inside. “Y/N…baby…darling.” He instinctively bucks his hips as you move your hand to his cock to gently stroke him. “Maybe I could fall in love with you.”

“Jake, this is the worst time to fall in love,” you kiss him again while straddling his thighs. “You can like me, but not fall in love.”

“You can’t tell me what to do or feel,” he takes you by surprise when flipping you onto your back, he pins your hands above your head, looking down at you, that annoying smirk on his lips. “I want to fall in love with you.”

“I will only break your heart, Jake,” you hate to admit it, but you are a heartbreaker. “I spend my nights with guys like Clay or Roque as they won’t fall in love with me, or even call me back. I’m not good at this stuff.”

“I can teach you,” he settles between your legs. “Let me fuck you good and I promise to stay to cuddle you afterward.”

“If you can make me cum, you are allowed to cuddle me,” Jake smirks darkly before your legs end up around his waistline and he slides right into you, making it hurt a little at the lack of preparation. “FUCK!”

“Yeah,” he gives you a hard thrust, making you jolt up on the bed, “I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll walk funny in the morning. Clay and Roque will know I fucked you better than them.”

“I-I never fucked Roque,” Jake stills for a moment, holds himself up above you, caging your head with his arms. “I swear his dick didn’t get near me, even though, I bet he’s got a nice dick.”

“You’ll not fuck him,” the next thrust is meant to make sure you know that Jake lies claim on you and your cunt. “This is my body, you are mine.” 

It’s like he flipped a switch on. Jake usually is more submissive in the bedroom, waits for you to make the first step but right now, he wildly fucks into you. 

“Jensen, fuck,” you wrap your arms around his back, hold tight onto him the moment he presses his knees into the mattress. “Shit, what has gotten into you?”

“I’m gonna fuck you into the mattress,” he groans lowly in your ear, biting your ear shell. You cry out, loving the new fire in his eyes and the way he slams into you. “This cunt is mine; your body is fucking mine. You will not think about anyone else from now on.”

“J-ake,” your walls cling to his length, suck every unforgiving thrust greedily in. You can’t believe he gets impossible faster after angling his hips. He forces cries and little whimpers out of you. “Harder, baby. Come on, work my cunt. Make it yours.”

“Fuck, this cunt is mine. Take it, Y/N. Take my huge cock and come all over me,” back arching off the mattress you feel the strongest orgasm you ever had wreck your body. You’d like to just drown in pleasure, but Jake fucks you through your orgasm, still moving like his life depends on it. “You’re mine…”

"Jensen, what the fuck!” he still moves in and out of you. You can barely catch your breath as he ruts into you with every powerful thrust. It feels like his movement never falters. He doesn't slow down. “Are you a robot?”

“No. I’m a fucking sex machine…” you giggle underneath him, still, your cunt squeezes him tightly once again. “Yeah, milk my cock dry, little slut. You are only getting my cock from now on. Live with it.”

“Uh-should we talk to them?” Clay awkwardly looks at Pooch. “I’m not against having some fun but it’s fucking three hours now!”

“Three hours,” Aisha nods knowingly. “That girl has the time of her life.” She points her favorite knife at Clay. “I dare you to stop them! Let her have some fun.”

“That’s it,” Roque jumps off the old worn-out sofa. “I’m going to my room and get drunk. I don’t want Jensen to have a better sex life than I do…”

“I knew you like to cuddle after sex,” you can barely keep your eyes open. After your first two orgasms, Jensen took you apart with his fingers and tongue before he slid back inside to finally let go.

“You are a maniac. A fucking nerdy sex maniac,” you complain. “What you did with that dildo and your fingers was crazy,” he smirks behind you, chuckling as you have no other choice but to let him spoon you.

“I’m your sex machine,” someone outside of your room chuckles at Jake’s words. “Shut the fuck up! I’m talking to my girl here. Get lost…”

“A word, Clay,” Jake clears his throat. He crosses his arms over his chest, sizing Clay up. “Y/N and you, this will never happen again. Got it?”

“Y/N and me?” Clay frowns deeply. “What are you talking about? I barely knew her before she offered her help. I met Y/N a few times during meetings, that’s it.”

“What?” frowning Jake recalls everything you told him last night. “You didn’t have something going on a few years back?”

“No. I never had anything going on with Y/N. Who told you so?” Jensen shrugs. He doesn’t want to tell Clay you lied.

“I just thought you and her…I mean,” chuckling Jake shakes his head. “You work so well together. I assumed you and Y/N had a past.”

“You and she have a past, dumbass,” Roque grunts. “Don’t you remember? You used to hit on her during every meeting. She was close to shooting you before our last mission.”

“I-“ Jake considers Roque’s words. It’s true. He used to hit on you every time he got the chance to do so. “I should get going and check on some data…or something…”

“You lied!” Jake blurs. He wanted to carefully approach you and ask you about Clay again. Now he just blurred out he knows you lied. “You never had sex with Clay. Why did you help us back then?”

He puts his hands on his hips, demanding answers as you watch him with curiosity. 

“None of your business, nerd…”

“Answer my question, Y/N!” Jake steps closer to look at you, searching your face. “Do not lie to me or you won’t get my dick ever again.”

“You can’t keep little Jake away from me,” you hook one finger into the elastic of his sweatpants to eye his cock. “That’s not fair to him or me!”

“Choose, Y/N. I want the truth,” he stays adamant. “No answer. No sex.”

“Fine, nerd. You win,” throwing your hands up you groan. “I-I heard you and the team are dead. I was devasted as I had to find a new nerd to tease.” You lick your lips. “When Aisha reached out for me, telling me you are alive, I didn’t hesitate to offer my help. That you helped me bring that douche down was only a bonus.”

“You were sad…oh…I,” he nods, holding back a smile as you shift from one foot to the other. “You have a thing for the nerd, huh? You want to kiss him, want to make love to him.”

“I still hate you, Jensen,” you weakly reply. “You’re a nerd, and annoying. I hate your hairstyle, your clothes, and the way you talk. You are so frustrating.”

Jake takes a deep breath. He just looks at you for a moment before he’s on you. You end up on the bed once again. “I love you too, Y/N…” he breathes against your lips, making you roll your eyes. “It’s okay if you can’t say it.”

“Maybe I like you a bit, and your cock ain’t that bad. I like that you can take care of my pussy and my laptop,” he kisses you again, smirking against you. “If you tell anyone I came to your rescue, you are dead, nerd…”

“For fuck’s sake! What must a man do to drink in silence?” Roque complains loudly. “They are going at it again, Clay. Say something.”

“What do you want me to do? I can’t tell them to stop having sex,” Clay takes a sip of his drink. “Just ignore them…”

“Young love,” Aisha muses, eyes drifting toward the growing bulge in Clay’s pants. “Clay, could you lend me a hand in my room? I need your help with something…” Clay’s eyes light up as Aisha tugs at his wrist.

Needless to say, Roque won’t get a break from sex noises at the new hideout for the time being…

Tags in reblog.

[dcwomenofcolor]

Aisha al-Fadhil is first introduced in The Losers #1.

[jinxedambitions]

Okay, so upon rewatching this, I’m convinced that Jensen wordlessly tells Cougar that he’s going to ask Aisha if she wants to have a threesome with them. That’s the, “I’ve got this, Cougs. This is gonna be great,” hand he puts up. Cougar clearly understands that this is a bad idea because 1) Jake’s way with words has been severely lacking lately (the medic anyone? Poor Jake), and he’s libel to get himself stabbed and 2)  Aisha looks like she might just be up for a stabbing whether or not Jake fucks it up.

[captainsuke]

Stealing from @itzaimster

Top ten ladies from ten fandoms

In no particular order~ (and also me just scrolling through shows I watch trying to remember liking anything ever)

1. Donna Hascum (supernatural)

2. Quýhn (The Old Guard)

3. Inej Ghafa (six of crows)

4.Henrietta Wilson (911)

5.Toph Bei Fong (avatar the last airbender)

6.Abby (Primeval)

7.Nico Robin (one piece)

8. Fortuona Athaem Devi Paendrag/Tuon (the wheel of time)

9. Aisha al-Fadhil (The Losers)

10. Sister Michael (derry girls)

[justjessame]

Avery Emerson Clay: You've Got Mail...

Jake, Aisha, and Cougar were working with Dad and Clay. Not going inside GI, of course, having Clay - a dead son - show up at the family business would be something of a problematic situation, but Jake could go in with Dad. Cougar could watch from a perch and Clay and his new lady friend could do whatever the fuck it was that Clay and his new lady friend did at a distance.

I wanted to wear the earbud, but Dad overruled my want and wish. He deemed it unnecessary and I wanted to punch something - him to be precise, but would make do with a practice dummy if I had to. Mom actually reminded me that I had a job, a real one that I was ignoring, and redirected my attention to it as they left.

Pooch, before he went to the pool house, promised to keep me in the loop. I had to think that he was worried that his own family was being targeted too, and I understood his need to distance himself from my crazy ass - if only to keep on task. I thanked him and went to my room to work.

Opening up my laptop, I saw the proof of Mom’s reminder staring me in the face. Multiple emails with enough reports to proofread, others to completely rewrite, and then other emails detailing PR releases that I’d have to write from scratch I had enough work to get lost in for hours.

There was one email, however, that stood out. It wasn’t a GI internal email, but it had come into my work account, which made no sense. No one outside of GI had access to this account, even the PR releases that I wrote would go out from a completely different account. I looked at the account and tried to decide if I should click it or send it to IT first, but my laptop was so encrypted that it wouldn’t be infected if some asshole attempted something stupid anyway. Shrugging, I clicked on the email.

“I told you, you add more than beauty to the workplace, Miss Clay. Now, I wonder if you ever asked your big brother where he found his latest lover? Who is Aisha al-Fadhil? Why is she sticking to a group of burned Special Forces? Aren’t you curious? After all, it isn’t as if Clay has the best taste in his love life, is it? - Max”

I sat back and stared at the email, wondering how he’d managed to not only get into GI, to get access to my email - because the timestamp told me that the email came before Rose’s abduction, and to get a GI uniform or worse a traitor who would wear the uniform to abduct Rose? Max, whoever he was, had deep pockets and also the ability to weasel into damn near everywhere.

“Avery?” Mom was at my door, and I was still deciding what to do with the email, minimizing the window, I told her to come in. “You didn’t bring in a drink, are you thirsty?” She had a glass of iced tea, just in case and I smiled and accepted it. “I can only imagine how much work you have piled up.” I bit my lip thinking about Max’s email, but only nodded. “I’ll leave you to it, but don’t get bogged down, take breaks.”

“I won’t,” I promised, wondering how to dig into Aisha’s identity without letting anyone know what I was doing.

It wasn’t as difficult as I thought. Aisha’s identity was something Dad had dug into pretty early on, because of course Dad did. He also dug into Jake’s - and the rest of Clay’s team - but seriously DAD?! I found the files easily enough, because Dad was great at digging, but he had a lot to learn about hiding the digging, at least from me.

The file was in his office, which Mom wouldn’t think twice about me going into because I work for him, and it was in the top drawer which was locked, but I’ve been picking those since I could control my hand muscles. Jake’s, Pooch’s, Cougars, and there she was - Aisha al-Fadhil. Plain manilla file folder, really Dad? Simple enough to take with me back to my bedroom.

Back in my room, with my laptop open to one of the random reports, I opened the file and read through it. She was the daughter of a man named Fadhil, a drug lord in Bolivia. My eyes snapped shut. Are you fucking kidding me, Clay? The daughter of the man who put all of this shit in motion, indirectly perhaps, but - I sighed. And she’d been sleeping under our roof, in our family home. I read on, her work with the CIA - whether she was actually an officer or not, Dad was having difficulty verifying, but welcome to the world of spooks - nothing in the file made me think that she was safe or that she and Clay were actually a love match. Fuck.

A part of me knew that Max was playing with me, because of course he was, but another part wondered why Dad and Clay didn’t think sharing this shit was pertinent to the rest of us? As in me and Mom? Or did Mom know and only I was left out? Which would be a fucking hilarious joke, let me tell you.

I wondered - if Max emailed me, could I respond?

Clicking on the email again, I hit the button to respond and contemplated how best to lure him out. Or to get him to answer me. Max was playing a game, he was baiting me, and I was bait, so let me think.

“Aisha is the drug lord’s bouncing baby girl, right? Surprise surprise, Clay still has the worst taste in women the world has ever known. I guess even “death” can’t change that. I suspect that she’s hanging out with Clay for a mixture of sex (that’s so gross that I’d rather NOT think about it) and revenge on you. I guess the rest of us can only hope that we’re not collateral damage in the fallout. - Miss Clay”

I didn’t mention Rose. I thought that I’d let him bring her up, if he answered me. If I could get him talking, if I could make Max become the world’s weirdest fucking email penpal ever. I hit send and prayed like I’d never prayed before that it would go through and not be one of the digital return to senders. And somehow, magically it didn’t come back to me.

Which started a new torture: the wait for an answer. While I waited, I worked on the job Mom reminded me about, constantly checking my inbox for an answer from Max. The ball was in his court and I hated it. Hated that he had the power. That he had the answers. Because all I wanted was Rose back - and the ability to make him suffer the way I felt he was making us suffer. Only more painfully.

[integra1127grimmreaper]

Clay introduction to Aisha (offers them the resources to get Max while hiding the fact that she's the daughter of Fadhil.)

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About Muse

Name: Aisha al Fadhil

FC: Zoe Saldana

Occupation: Former soldier/CIA operative

Age: 42

Birthday: June 19th, 1978

Aisha is the daughter of a very powerful man in the Afghan government. She became an American CIA Operative and fed intel to her home country. She was a part of a special forces team so when it was discovered what she was doing, she fled home and took up residence in Atlanta, Georgia where she simply went by the name Aisha Blackwell. She has no family or friends in the states so she often meets a guy she likes, has her fun and moves on to the next. She doesn't like to get too attached to people. She has some trust issues given her background in the service.

Verses:

TWD (the Saviors): Aisha was just arriving back into the States when word hit that there was a virus killing people and turning them into the living dead. Having arrived by helicopter, there was an incident that led to a big crash. Aisha somehow manages to survive but she's captured by a group of survivors that take her and force her to work for them. She becomes one of the Saviors.

Supernatural (hunter): Aisha is an international hunter called upon from time to time to help out with cases in the States. She works frequently with Bobby Singer, Jody Mills, and the Winchesters.

WWE: Aisha works backstage security for WWE. She usually is seen accompanying the top superstars or the McMahon family themselves during events.

More to be added soon (or when another obsession hits)

About Mun

I'm almost 30 years old.

Been RPing here for a hot minute now.

I'm a full time employeed person. Store Manager so work will take me away from here most times.

Can be semi selective and I've got favorites also. (Don't take it personal of other posts get answered first)

If I forget to reply to something kindly remind me. (I run 10+ blogs)

Also have a kiddo so I need to be mom too. That will also take me away from here.

Sometimes I have moods where I just don't want to write. We all have them. Just asking ya to be respectful during those times.

[almostlookedhuman]