#aldovah

[highaver]

@aldovah asked: ❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound .

"Is it bad?"

Balfour is sat with his head tilted back just slightly, trying to give Ásgeirr a better view as he stands over him, dealing with this bloody nose situation. His shirt is ruined but that isn't the end of the world. Balfour is more worried about his face - call that shallow or pragmatic, considering his face is his job - than any shirt that he can replace or the fact that he's just been headbutted. Now, that's just sports.

He could do without the taste of blood in his mouth though.

"Be honest," he says, and smiles because he can't help himself. "Don't call me pretty just because it's what I like to hear."

[greymount]

he was still drunk, which he found distinctly annoying. staring up at the bare ceiling, the wrong body passed out next to him, he was finding it impossible to settle. everything was too loud - the sound of the man breathing next to him, the sound of dogs barking in the courtyard, the whispers of guests as they made their way to their rooms. it was as if someone had amplified everything until it rattled around in his brain, driving him to distraction. but hey, at least it meant he wasn't thinking about him.

with a sigh, edmund pushes the covers away and dresses. if sleep was to evade him, there was no point in driving himself to madness with his thinking.

he makes his way out to the garden, enjoying the bite of the winter air and warmed enough by the alcohol in his veins that the flimsy shirt is enough. he takes in a deep breath and tilts his head up towards the stars, casting his eyes upon the constellations his father had taught him so many years ago. he wonders if his father would be proud of him. he's finally stepping up and trying to continue their legacy (what had this stupid ball been for? even if he was distracted by one, but ended up with another in his bed to forget the first). he hopes he appreciates that he's trying.

he snaps his head back down when he realises he's not alone, blue eyes settling on @aldovah, and fuck, he hopes the way his breath catches is because of the cold or the drink and not the way the moon catches ásgeirr's hair and makes him look like something out of his sister's novels. he blinks to try and cast the image away, but ásgeirr determinedly remains his perfect, moonlit-kissed self. "by andraste's left tit," he swears, swaying dangerously on the spot. "why couldn't you have just killed me when we first met when you had the chance?"

[30wyn]

@aldovah

"ásgeirr, wake up," her voice is a rough whisper in the dark as she shoulders past the flap of his tent, silhouetted by the low embers of the dying campfire she just abandoned. sleep has never been easy to find, and these days it remains distant. thankfully. éowyn glances over her shoulder, fingers twitching by the sword hung upon her belt, "there is a dragon on the horizon. quite...active." spouting fire as it dives and weaves among the stars. éowyn frowns back once again to where she can see the creature against the dark sky, near invisible until it lets forth another jet of fire low by the trees. is there a village that way? some hunting cabin? or perhaps it is just hunting, or do these beasts do such things for recreation. éowyn does not know ; thus waking the dragonborn.

[grenewoden]

@aldovah. call.

    “ I know you. ” It was an ominous statement, and Robin was not entirely unaware of this. What could he say? He liked watching sweat sometimes. “ You were causing trouble in Windhelm, the other day, weren't you? ”

[biggestnda]

hello all, i'm currently the only person at work rn who can do my job so it has been taking its toll on me. activity will probably be low until i start my regular schedule again <3

[highaver]

@aldovah liked this post for kisses.

There are certain sacred things in the world that should simply not be disturbed. A well-deserved, restful morning, perhaps, chief among them. What a shame for Ásgeirr, then, that Balfour has no care for such things - at least, not on this morning, and not while Ásgeirr sleeps in his bed.

So there is no warning before Balfour throws himself atop his lover, all big grins as he straddles his back, hands steading himself against Ásgeirr's shoulders. Technically, yes, he is asking for a stabbing. Only an idiot pounces on an ex-assassin and doesn't expect to do himself an injury - but what can Balfour say? He's special. And a moment later, besides, he is leaning down to press a kiss to Ásgeirr's face, followed by another and another, and yet more at his neck, at his shoulders.

"Wake up, you lazy bastard! I have exciting news." Another kiss to the shoulder, to the cheek. "I will not let you sleep it all away!"

[destage]

WINTER THEMED STARTER CALL   ( ... )     FEATURING:    ALDOVAH AS ASGEIRR AND DESTAGE AS ARWEN.

❛   the season spoke of your coming.    ❜      frost - bitten lakes prove great mirrors when the sky blooms so clear.    almost unmoving and yet she speaks,     half moon kissed statue and living being all in one.    there is little they do not know in their great halls blessed with starlight.    after a moment,    cheeks extend in a smile that offers out towards the guest.         ❛   you bring the cold with you,    @aldovah.   ❜

[greymount]

@aldovah: ❝ i was lying when i said i’d never held a sword.❞

considering edmund's currently on his ass with the tip of a sword pressed threateningly to his chest, he can safely say he's figured that one out. it was his own fault for being so damn arrogant in his own abilities, for assuming that a nobleman's training would trump that of a commoner. he had to remember that not everyone was bound by the rules of chivalry, nor that many particularly cared about it in this day and age. but it was too little, too late, and now his sword is out of arm's reach and he has his hands raised in surrender, grateful that none of his peers are here to witness this. "you know," he starts, the beginnings of a smirk toying at his lips. "you didn't have to lie to get my attention, you could've just asked me to dinner."

[eraisa]

GLADIOLUS AND GOLDENROD; good fortune and favor for the victor , strength , integrity. a touch of iris for valor , all wound in ivy , for affection and friendship. the flower crown in wil's hands is delicately woven , a large and boisterous thing , though carried with an uncertain nature , nervousness. ❛❛ i——um ... you may think this is stupid , but i made it for you. ❜❜ arms outstretch entirely in offering , a timid smile. ❛❛ i don't expect you to wear it to battle , of course , but every plant means something. this is ... for good luck. and gratitude. ❜❜

@aldovah

[undecime]

welcome to UNDECIME: a show and headcanon based CANON COMPLIANT portrayal of THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR from SEASONS 5 - 7 of DOCTOR WHO. first established in mar 2013, re - established in oct 2023. this blog is 21+. NON RP BLOGS, PLEASE DON'T INTERACT. RULES UNDER THE CUT.

¹ ㅤ as mentioned above, this is a blog for the eleventh doctor. he is show and headcanon based and canon compliant. for now i'm iconless as i am too lazy.

² ㅤ this blog is mutually exclusive, meaning i'll only write with and accept memes from people who i follow and who follow me back. if this is violated i will not hesitate to hardblock. any -ists don't follow. blogs from stranger things, glee, the eternals, fnaf, and people that interact heavily with these fandoms will be ignored. blogs of billy hargrove, nick goode, homelander, kylo ren, jeryd mencken, stormfront, soldier boy, billy butcher, or tate langdon will be blocked and i won't follow those who write with these characters. due to some past experiences in the rpc, i have a private dni that i will only share  upon request  with mutuals.

³ ㅤ i hardblock and softblock very liberally. i encourage you to do the same. there will be no hard feelings if either is done to me and you don't need to worry about me vaguing you for doing so.

⁴ ㅤ the doctor is a pansexual man. shipping, if it happens, will only be done with proper plotting and some writing. the doctor is a bit tricky to ship with, seeing as he's a 1,000+ year old alien but again, with proper plotting and writing it can be done. please don't forceship me, don't try to force him into a relationship or anything of the sort or you'll be blocked.

⁵ ㅤ triggers may be present on this blog and will be tagged as #trigger /. ones of particular note are murder, drug use, and blood / gore.

⁶ ㅤ i don't post starter calls, i post plotting calls and reblog memes. i don't like that mandatory interest tracker thing and likely won't fill them out unless we're already friends. i softblock if no attempt to interact is made within a couple weeks of following.

⁷ ㅤ again hi i'm blythe. my main blog is @aldovah so if i'm not here, find me there ♡

[erebius-moved]

PLANETARY AESTHETICS, bold or italicize what applies.

SUN. egotistical. melted wax wings and fingers. stretching sunburnt skin. the most generous soul. blood in the fruit. halos. anger on fire. high vitality. thunderous laughter. is pride really a sin? halogenic aura.

MERCURY. expansion of the mind. silver tongued. an everlasting wanderer. polyglot. high dexterity. handwritten letters. innately critical. en vogue. eyes in the trees. hidden libraries. there's always room for improvement.

VENUS. in love with strangers. iridescent waters. love potions for your mirror. selfless devotion. shattering crystal. seafoam upon sand. the golden ratio. drowning in your own passion. material value and high principles. luring. plush lips.

EARTH. fresh springs. tree hugger. we can start again tomorrow. a blazing rainforest. respects survival of the fittest. nature's adversity. lazy bones. constantly evolving. flowers sprouting from wounds. a granite altar. fossilized remains.

MOON. illusory. silver shimmer off the ocean. secrets and gossip. cycles of reincarnation. crybaby. physically ethereal. shared glances with a stranger. cat eyes. mistrusting their intuition. fear is a prison. ornate magic wands.

MARS. healthy competition. attraction and repulsion. magma and rubies. a blade being forged. wrath, wrath, wrath. malefic. intense eye contact. cannon fodder and fireworks. blood floods. copper taste on your tongue.

JUPITER. red robes and a suit of armor. beacon of stability. leader from birth. thunderbolts and lightning. guilty but can't stop. secret rich kid. golden touch, golden tears. innate optimist. failure isn't an option. constantly reaching for more. unfinished symphonies.

SATURN. traditional. overbearing energy. a sculptor of reality. this existence is a karmic one. has a heart; it's just way down deep. law, order, and justice. avoid all necessary risk. the sound of shackles clanging. sisyphus' struggle. grappling with the reality of time. self - governing.

URANUS. psychedelic funk music. overflowing cups. a rebellion with skin. looking good in a photo id. oblivious but caring. middle fingers in the air. double rainbows. icy diamond exterior. holographic. afraid of their own mediocrity. pearlescent smoke.

NEPTUNE. an elegy for the lost. dissolving boundaries. white horses. the burden of mystical conditions. deceptive. escapism is their reality. a polarizing entity. artist's soul. paranoia. searching for the unseen. a siren's swan song.

PLUTO. angel statues over graves. power. the cycle of necrosis. transformative. unfathomable depths. an ivory tower toppling over. screaming at the sky. violets and irises. eclipsed darkness. speaks with their shadow. sex. death. rebirth.

tagged by: @aldovah <3 ! tagging: hurghgh

[highaver]

@aldovah. call.

"How long will you be in Solitude this time? I have missed you."

[divineharc]

which greek god do you share vibes with  ?

apollo.     honestly im much kinder in all the other ones but you have… such bottom energy. i mean really. you've got the whole homosexual tragic romance thing going on. its not bad! its just i feel like you invented tragic relationships. congrats on being good at literally everything though, its totally fair that you get music, poetry, culture, truth, prophesy etc etc etc. oh yeah and the epitome of beauty. leave something for the rest of us huh?

tagged by : stolen from @gorgns tagging : @muutos @aldovah @allmothered <3 just steal it from me

[eraisa]

SETTING : a swing set in an empty playground at night with @aldovah .

its not their ideal way to hang out , not by any means a perfect way to spend an evening; illuminated only by moonbeams and the glow of distant streetlights , alone save for their sole companion and the crickets that chirp into the crisp air. asgeirr doesn't seem as antsy as they are , though , sat upon a swing and leaving the one beside him for wil———they take it , but every step is an anxious thing , skirts gripped and smoothed , eyes darting around their surroundings. they sit , but they do not swing , instead fixing their gaze upon their friend like some sort of beacon , searching for safety , reassurance. every gust of wind makes them look , every wingbeat from a bat overhead , or the distant sound of a car going by. they wish the swings were closer to each other.

they smooth out their skirts again , use the tips of their toes to give themself a little push. ❛❛ why are we out here , now ? is it to avoid other people ? ❜❜ at the very least , this explanation makes sense; they wouldn't like a playground by day , either , not with screaming children running around. ❛❛ i—i don't mind , and i feel better that you're here , but ... i guess i should've mentioned that i'm afraid of the dark. my bedroom even has fairy lights and the like , for nighttime. ❜❜

[in3]

welcome to IN3: a j. j. abrams films and headcanon based CANON COMPLIANT portrayal of JAMES TIBERIUS KIRK from STAR TREK. first established sometime in june 2013, re - established in oct 2023. this blog is 21+. NON RP BLOGS, PLEASE DON'T INTERACT. RULES UNDER THE CUT.

¹ ㅤ as mentioned above, this is a blog for jim kirk. he is movie and headcanon based and canon compliant. i'm in the process of making icons, so for now, this blog will be iconless.

² ㅤ this blog is mutually exclusive, meaning i'll only write with and accept memes from people who i follow and who follow me back. if this is violated i will not hesitate to hardblock. any -ists don't follow. blogs from stranger things, glee, the eternals, fnaf, and people that interact heavily with these fandoms will be ignored. blogs of billy hargrove, nick goode, homelander, kylo ren, jeryd mencken, stormfront, soldier boy, billy butcher, or tate langdon will be blocked and i won't follow those who write with these characters. due to some past experiences in the rpc, i have a private dni that i will only share  upon request  with mutuals.

³ ㅤ i hardblock and softblock very liberally. i encourage you to do the same. there will be no hard feelings if either is done to me and you don't need to worry about me vaguing you for doing so.

⁴ ㅤ jim is a pansexual man. shipping, if it happens, will only be done with proper plotting and some writing. please don't forceship me, don't try to force him into a relationship or anything of the sort or you'll be blocked.

⁵ ㅤ triggers may be present on this blog and will be tagged as #trigger /. ones of particular note are murder, drug use, and blood / gore.

⁶ ㅤ i don't post starter calls, i post plotting calls and reblog memes. i don't like that mandatory interest tracker thing and likely won't fill them out unless we're already friends. i softblock if no attempt to interact is made within a couple weeks of following.

⁷ ㅤ again hi i'm blythe. my main blog is @aldovah so if i'm not here, find me there ♡

[erebius-moved]

SETTING : a kitchen during a black out , surrounded by candles , with @aldovah .

there's something eerie about his apartment with no power. in recent weeks , victor hasn't been much for turning on lights or letting the sun in , but its not the dark that unsettles———its the emptiness , the quiet. there's no tv , no radio , no mindless sound to drown out his thoughts , his hurts. just the uncomfortable silence , the sound of breathing , every step and movement loud and sudden against his ears. his gaze keeps flickering to the living room , to the spot where his mother died. maybe a ghost will rise up from this unsettling gloom to haunt them. maybe all the dead flowers will reanimate and strangle them to death in the quiet dark. he begins to picture it , the trick of darkness mingling with his less-than-sober state of being.

from the silence he draws in a sharp breath , and leans over to hide his face in asgeirr's shoulder. its embarrassing to remember that asgeirr can't see his thoughts , that on his end of victor's habit of going away , it just looks like hollow stares , an empty body before it returns to life. ❛❛ this is fucking me up. ❜❜ at least he can be honest about it. maybe its for the better. ❛❛ like , really. i'm way too fuckin' high to sit here in the dark and dead silence. is your phone charged ? put—put on some music , or somethin'. ❜❜

when he finally pulls back to look up again , his eyes travel back to that spot , to the wilted flowers , lonely and grey. they should move to the couch , where he can't look. ❛❛ you know , all these dead plants all over the place ... if one of these candles flickers a bit too hard , we'll be right up in flames. walter would have a heart attack if he saw this. ❜❜