#aodsertor

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happy birthday!!!! i wish u nothing but the best for this year and many happy, healthy years to come!!! never forget you are superbly talented in all that you do, and that you're a delight to have on the dashboard!!!! 💖

!!!!! this is so fucking nice dude 😭 thank u ! we don’t talk much but i Always have 2 follow ur blogs vika ur ocs are incredible every time

[ardenscor]

hc + regrets

send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character. // ACCEPTING.

Regrets are innumerable but very few relate to Aya’s work. She regrets not speaking to her father more about their shared pain regarding the death of her mother and sister. She regrets not being more of a participant in her marriage to Kyle in the later years, and really, any close relationship she’s formed, and at times she regrets not allowing herself to relax more.

Now, as for those that do relate to her work: not getting to Eve’s concert in time to save those who ( foolishly ) attended and falling into her old work ( only sometimes though ).

[orphik]

@aodsertor & @impxvidus sent me a card and baked goods for the holidays and im

[voidsouled-blog]

"#i would literally eat a bucket of ants for vika" you will

oh boy here i go killing again

[ardenscor]

❛ I’m too big for this body. ❜ What she housed under her skin made that clear along the grand expanse of her cells, every day and night they sing: we can be so much more. ❛ That’s kinda fucked don’t you think? Nine months inside my mother wasted. ❜ 

@aodsertor

[ardenscor]

♗ uwu

nonsexual acts of intimacy --- select from the following for my muse to respond to:♗ : Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.

 It was only for an hour she had reasoned, an hour and nothing more. She’d blink and her timer would go off and she’d gently jostle Lhiam awake to continue his work for the day.

But now, it had been more than an hour, more than two hours even.

Her phone’s timer had been reset each time.

The snow hadn’t subsided and the logs in her fireplace had slowly begun to wither with time and still, still, she had left the angel to his slumber and snores. Left him to rest in the comfort of her lap with legs that started to tingle with the loss of feeling. It was silly, she thought, silly of her to let a boundary that she hadn’t broken for years shatter out of a craving for something so small as touch. But the realization didn’t change anything, it didn’t move her to act in a way that meant his removal. Peace was hard to find—she just couldn’t ruin his. 

❛ I haven’t slept like this in years. ❜ Slowly her fingers twined themselves with red hair, curling, and curling absentmindedly. Deep down she knew she was just doing what she had hoped someone would one day do with her, comforting herself through the act as she comforted him. 

Hopefully, he wouldn’t mind, nor mention the new curls in his hair.

❛ And here you are, getting the sleep I’ve wanted so easily. ❜ She kept her voice low while angling her face to her window, watching the snow and sometimes, watching him. With a sigh, her fingers curled around her phone, showing the familiar blue numbers counting down.

❛ Thirty more minutes, and nothing more. Okay, Lhiam? ❜ Then her timer was reset.

[voidsouled-blog]

@aodsertor

It can sense the others power & wonders if he can sense its own. To be contained in such a small vessel is a price they both have to pay, isn’t it? “Does it hurt? This human form? Does it hurt you?” It has no sense of self-preservation, willing to speak of this in public. To be fair it cannot die. There is no reason for it to care for self-preservation.