Vicar Rodion ...or Ven
they * he nonbinary
queer infp 2w3 sangmel
audhd & unlisted. main
pronouns ✧ contact
❝ he took an axe and split himself in two. ❞
❝ so he would always have a friend ❞
❝ so he would always have a friend. ❞
Lamb, tell me a story...
I do not list my ailments anymore for my peace of mind, but I am extremely prone to bouts of paranoia and tend to lack any energy whatsoever! During these times I will text to be less active as I am fatigued and would rather prioritize my energy with my life & communicating with friends.
I am sixteen and currently in highschool. Please do not be weird. I will not call anyone any familial terms without being close, due to personal and religious reasons. While I identify with that of a priest, I do not glorify cults and apotheosis can be triggering for me!
Please use neutral—leaning terms on me, unless I personally state otherwise.
Are you there, dear wolf?
I am commonly associated with eternity, stars, princes, Venti, Bloodborne, Fallout, Skyrim, priests, Albedo, Al-Haitham, coffee, bars, cogwheels, foxes, the phrase "I silently wished peace be upon you", the Aeons [particularly Yaoshi, Nous, Akivili, Fuli & Aha], rings, brown hair, Qiu, Our Life, warm colours, boykisser, sunflowers, brown, books, dark academia, gothic lolita, Harry Potter, vanilla, tea, roses, fireplaces, firewood, fireflies, fireworks, the sun, Will Solace, robins, beige, soft-spoken masculine voices, pineapple, coconut, honeycrisp apples, sweet blueberries, leaves, light academia, dead trees, fog, Silent Hill 2, the scent of new books, Wisp [music artist], dewy grass, shoegaze music, Old Doll from Mad Father, out of tune old pianos, fluffy blankets, the colour white, purity, saint—hood, Percy Jackson, California Kingsnakes, tail keychains, cinnamon, coins [pennies...], graveyards & cemetaries, white things stained with blood, The Doll, old paper, vintage paintings, white flowers, freshly baked bread, soct lilacs, pale greens, charming low-poly 3D graphics, big leaning willow trees, the word "ivory", bard classes, vine-covered walls, red bricks, grey-blue shades, still, some that aren’t are copper, pine trees, dark rainy car rides, greys (specifically pewter grey), cool mornings, the sound of stepping on fallen leaves, cherries and anything cherry flavoured, walking down a dim-lit street at night without knowing where you want to go or why you’re even out walking—walking just to walk, seraphim and thrones, skyrim nightshade, heavily sweet tea, patchwork dolls, the soft ringing nirnroot makes when you’re near it, ladybugs, praying mantises, friesian horses, tripod spiderfish, skyrim glassfish, snow storms, an old blade that's been newly sharpened, miry ponds, lamento catboy fantasy, and the act of reading stories to people.