ＳＴＡＲＲＹ ＥＹＥＤ ( ᴀᴘ ).

[acecfspace]

❝ looking at these STARS suddenly dwarfed my own troubles & all the GRAVITIES of terrestrial life. i thought of their unfathomable distance, & the slow INEVITABLE    drift of their movements out of the unknown  past into the unknown future ...  ❞

              indie ( alien / original universe ) oc. HIGHLY SELECTIVE & PRIVATE.

[aadvena-archive]

i archived this blog so !! feel free to follow me here ! i’ll be reblogging a promo from the new blog here soon, but i’m over there now. :))

[aadvena-archive]

i archived this blog so !! feel free to follow me here ! i’ll be reblogging a promo from the new blog here soon, but i’m over there now. :))

[aadvena-archive]

i archived this blog so !! feel free to follow me here ! i’ll be reblogging a promo from the new blog here soon, but i’m over there now. :))

[aadvena-archive]

anyway i’ve really been thinking & i just feel like i need a fresh start. because ( as dramatic as this is going to sound ) every time i log on here i’m reminded of the wonderful, rich interactions i used to have on this account & how much my being inactive for months has affected levels of interaction here. i just remember so many plots that made me challenge what i had previously thought about my own creation there were characters that made pav so angry she would see red. characters that showed her she has so much ( maybe too much ) love to give, but seeing her recoil at the thought given her upbringing. pav making friends & being so truly happy she doesn’t know what do with herself. struggling to no longer be violent & abrasive & yet somehow wishing to honor where she comes from & her culture. but .. now my dash is dead 99% of the time & many of my friends are no longer active. now don’t get me wrong !! i totally have friends still here but there are certain characters that pav actually misses & i ?? just feel like making a new blog is necessary. i’ll start from where i left off here ( she has to leave, etc. ) but make two arcs so interactions can happen either when she first arrives or post fight with venka. i neglected my space bby for so long that i actually feel shitty about it ; i deserve to give her a new start with new ( & ofc old ) partners.

[phreshouttarunway]

[aadvena-archive]

** ᴜɴᴄɪᴠɪʟᴊᴜᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴅᴇ ;

Pedro likes to manage the club himself, as it’s the one closest to home. He’s in his office sifting through paperwork when one of the guards knocks on the window. His secretary had told him he’d have a visitor, and he tells the guard to let them come in. He speaks without looking up. “So, what was it you needed from me?”

     ❛ ———— money. ❜ execution is concise, harsh. the word has leapt -- isolated -- from lips parted in a manner that suggests what she requires is obvious. the woman can hardly be spotted in one location for longer than a month ; surely he would not expect to see her again for a matter OTHER than business. besides, it’s hardly the nisharian way to waste one’s time & pavka had no desire to speak in tongues. she presumes he must prefer the latter, as well. ❛ ... because, i am certain you have an abundance of it. although i would readily retrieve currency on my own, i am sure you can imagine my ... previous METHODS no longer suffice.❜

[aadvena-archive]

hey, hey, hey friends ! this a reverse starter call, so feel free to like & i’ll reply to one of your open starters ! if you just want a plain ol’ starter or to plot just feel free to im me instead. :))

[aadvena-archive]

** ᴡᴇʀɢᴇʟᴅs ;

            thoughts ran whirlwinds through her brain. what if it didn’t fit ? if she had to wait more time for another prosthetic leg ? what if she couldn’t figure out how to do it ? she was told it would be tough to relearn to walk with a leg that doesn’t move its ankle. she was prepared for the challenges, but fear still ate away at her. despite all of that, she offered up a smile.    ❛   GREAT.   ❜     she pushed herself toward the door, picking up her purse and her keys.    ❛   help me to the car ?   ❜

         ❛ of course, ❜ she remarks, form skirting about so as to be out of the other’s way. a solitary, calloused palm takes hold of the knob upon the door & pushes outward, the padding of feet indicating her exit. the woman proceeds to hold the object open ( thank goodness pav had been around long enough to realize that holding doors was proper etiquette ! to put it simply, there have been one too many doors-slamming-in-the-faces-of those-trailing-behind-her incidents ). hues of gold observe as sophie makes her way outside & it takes but a moment for pavka to shut the door. her head turns just over her shoulder. optics narrow, brows quirk: the sound of a horn INVADES idle thoughts. ❛ that vehicle is for you, correct ? i will open the door for you once you are in and fold your chair, if you wish. say, would you like me to lift you into the seat or will you be pushing yourself up ? or. some other method i am not aware of ... ?  ❜

[tatianablinova]

[mrchandlerbings]

[darkrai10]

[aadvena-archive]

            ❛   they’re gonna see if the leg fits me today. if it does, i get to walk.   ❜    she was toying with the wheels on her chair, pivoting back and forth. the action had become a nervous tick.    ❛   do you wanna come with me ?   ❜

@aadvena

      the handling of prosthetics was a matterforeign to the foreigner herself. of course, those upon her planet had lost limbs ( her grandmother, for example ), but it had been rare that those not within nor desiring to be apart of the medical profession were able to witness such procedures. her instinct told her she should primarily wish to go due to the desire to support her companion, but she largely wished to join her out of curiosity ; it was RARE that this one would ever consciously turn down an opportunity to learn. ❛ that is ... exciting, sophie ! i will gladly come with you for your fitting of  a leg. ❜

[bethgreenesgf-archive]

[aadvena-archive]

      ❛ so. i suppose this is not the best time to tell you i CONSUMED all of your leftover food. but -- i did &, while it was delicious, i just thought you should know prior to inevitably searching through the fridge for them. ❜

[aadvena-archive]

      ❛ “ CHILLAX “ as the humans teens say ! the blood upon my HANDS is not mine. ❜

[winterfel-blog]