𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫.

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❝ listen, life would go a lot smoother if you genuinely stopped giving a fuck. ❞

𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 set primarily in honkai: star rail. written and loved by moss ( 25 . they/them . est ) 18+ ONLY. mutuals only. this blog will include very dark themes and sexual themes, and therefore anyone under eighteen is not welcome here. rules, dossier, and mun info can be found here:

𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐬

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*joins in on the posting thing even tho this blog is so unrelated*

forces you to look at Him bc he's the only character i have ever prefarmed for, how tf did i hit the general speed goal without spoots???

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me, knowing full well i don't have shit to do with him yet, making a gallagher blog anyway—

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... the gnawing, brainrotting urge to make vess a disgraced borisin in his hsr verse is prompting me to post on this blog again, even if only for my own sake

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telepathically convinces my friends to make ocs with me bc for some reason vess is only responding to ocs (bc i have to revamp his canon verses its been too long)

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i swear to god if any one of you look closely at the tools on that workbench i'm gonna haunt your asses til kingdom come

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@ninesense. for corazon.

he got caught.

he got caught.

h e g o t c a u g h t...

vesper's own father would have skinned him. saved him, collected him, and then beaten him extensively, left him outside overnight as the blood dried and flesh pulled with every breath. knowing angel had been snatched up by the very hunters he been warned about since he learned to decipher words, vess had tried to understand, for just a moment, where his father's rage stemmed from. angel hadn't really broken the rules, per se, nor had he deliberately gotten himself captured. he was a child, a boy not yet double digits — this was his first experience with true, frightening consequences. even in a heightened state of fear, the most acute, nerve-shredding fear he'd yet experienced, vess could not imagine harming his child for this fright. wasn't being captured, the dawning realization that this was the danger you'd been learning to avoid, punishment enough for a child?

they hadn't even made it into the bunker before vess' eyes flooded an inky pitch black, and if one's senses were attuned to hear it, his shift in power may have been evident in the new frequency at which the loudest insects hummed. darkened fingers stretched, out and in, a motion kept deliberately slow as vesper grounded himself as best he could under the circumstances. his child was in danger. his child may already be—

he looked sideways at corazon, though there was no definition in his eyes to give him away. he couldn't imagine what she was feeling, despite rational thought telling him it might be much the same as his own emotions, but he watched her in hopes of taking in just a fraction of the deadly control she radiated in the moment. god, what a woman. vesper didn't have time to stand in awe of her, but as they entered the hideout their son was said to be held in, vess slipping in first and offering his hand to his wife in turn, he took the briefest of moments to press a reassuring kiss to her forehead. he had no soothing words, but they both knew hell itself would open tonight should the worst outcome take place.

death was viscous, oily, rotten. the first living thing to try to stop the couple in their tracks learned in their last moments that the pain of feeling the tissues of your throat rapidly necrose is beyond even a final gargling scream. vesper thought, for a moment, that perhaps their spirits would find comfort in knowing they all died rotting from the inside out, and none were alone in their fear. perhaps he could afford them that one modicum of comfort — because no one was leaving alive.

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i so desperately need to rework this blog so i don't feel bogged down by the need for it to look pretty and perfect

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what is the point of spending months casually developing an oc canon storyline if not to draw art that completely makes no sense for that storyline @ninesense

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we're running an experiment to see if this dying website will let me post uncolored peen. if i doodle body ref for vess i fucking want it here

not sure if it isn't already obvious but CW uhhh hastily drawn peen??? not front and center tho i promise i am keeping the detailed schlong art off your dashboards (OH AND LOTS OF SCARS I GUESS)

i hadn't updated his appearance w scars in a year or more

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@vspra: ❝ they'll listen to your command, ❞   vesper's reminder rumbled in his chest, and he let experienced hands slip over kafka's shoulders as he made to unclasp the harness keeping her coat draped so elegantly over her back.   ❝ they just need time to think on it. they'll come to their conclusions soon enough, mm? ❞   slipping the fabric away from her body, vess stepped back to hang it carefully near the door, rubbing the sleeve between thumb and forefinger for but a moment.   ❝ let me take your mind off it. ❞ it wasn't long before vesper scooped the hunter up by her hips, wrapping her legs around his waist without a second thought. he didn't carry her far, only to the chaise against the far wall, but the position made it smoother for him to move to his knees, leaving her perched on the edge of the lounge. after leaving a darkening hickey just under her jawline, argyros sat back on his heels and let viridescent eyes scan the shapes and curves of her body. he was hungry for her, he was sure she could tell, but that was not his first priority. ❝ i can't imagine these are the most sensible shoes... ❞   nimble fingers felt along the thigh of her boot, roaming over the leather curiously.   ❝ but you wear them like they're nothing. ❞ kissing down the inside of her knee, vess unbuckled, unzipped, and carefully removed each boot, stretching each calf out and setting the shoes aside. he pressed his palm to the ball of her foot, finally shifting up again to drag split tongue over her stockings, up her inner thigh, spreading them further apart despite the fact that she was still almost entirely clothed. both hands found her calves, massaging the muscles there for a few long moments before they crept further up her legs. he sighed against her skin, covered mostly by nylon, but no less kafka by feel, by scent. ❝ how valuable are these stockings? ❞

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐨𝐟   𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐝   𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧   𝐭𝐨   𝐡𝐞𝐫,   𝐢𝐭   was   practically   what   they   were   made   for   -   and   worst   come   to   worst,   she   could   always   make   them.   yet,   their   fearless   leader   had   been   in   a   somewhat   mercurial   mood,   leaving   kafka   less   than   privy   to   every   aspect   of   the   script   as   he   was   wont   to   do.   she   blamed   it   on   the   occasional   failed   mission...   regardless,   it   meant   extra   work   for   her,   extra   hours   cleaning   up   messes   or   expending   bullets   and   despite   it   all,   kafka   was   just   a   woman.   sometimes   she   simply   wanted   to   be   home   by   dinner,   and   not   have   to   wash   a   blood   stain   out   of   her   coat   the   next   day.   was   it   too   much   to   ask?   for   elio,   perhaps   so.   it   left   the   huntress   in   a   somewhat   cantankerous   mood...   though   it   was   hard   to   tell,   for   anyone   that   did   not   know   her   inside   and   out.   still,   it   was   why   she'd   summoned   vesper   here   -   a   call   to   her   private   chambers,   as   absurdly   opulent   as   they   were,   because   sometimes   she   didn't   want   to   think   too   much   -   or   if   she   did,   it   was   much   easier   to   do   so   with   the   feeling   of   his   body   against   hers.   

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ ⸻  i   could   just   force   them   to   listen.   i   am   being   benevolent.   ❞   silken   tones   are   wrought   at   the   edge   with   her   frustration,   but   it's   hard   to   focus   on   her   thoughts   with   the   movement   of   large   hands   about   her   body,   discarding   the   velvet   of   her   coat   and   regarding   her   flesh   as   if   it   wasn't   but   a   simple   wrapping   for   murder   and   mayhem.   she   regards   him   with   contact-less   eyes,   vivid   red   pupils   trained   on   the   handsome   being   as   he   scoops   her   up   as   easy   as   breathing,   and   she   falls   into   his   embrace   without   a   second   thought.   she   does   not   mind   the   queenly   treatment,   especially   from   him,   and   is   even   reluctant   to   remove   the   wrappings   of   her   svelte   legs   from   about   his   body...   but   does   so,   if   only   because   vesper   on   his   knees   is   possibly   more   exquisite   than   any   professional   painting.   

ㅤㅤㅤa   soft,   husky   breath   of   pleasure   murmurs   past   her   wine-colored   lips,   and   the   huntress   tilts   her   head   back   then,   silken   tresses   fanning   lightly   over   the   back   of   the   chaise   not   unlike   spilled   liqueur.   his   fussing   -   the   steady   slide   of   fingertips,   it   earns   him   the   vaguest   of   smirks,   and   perhaps   she   does   not   realize   it   -   does   not   know   it   -   but   that   is   definitely   her   legs   spreading   wider   the   second   the   he   speaks   again.   call   it   reflex   and   anticipation.   

ㅤㅤㅤ❝   fashion   over   comfort,   vess.   beauty   in   all   things   is   the   most   important   factor.   including   my   shoes.   ❞   and   yes   there   was   something   satisfying   about   running   someone   through   with   her   heel,   but   she   didn't   intend   to   ruin   the   moment,   especially   not   as   boots   fell   away   from   dark   nylon,   and   fingertips   caressed   sore   feet   and   tense   calves.   she   was   just   a   human   after   all   -   peak   physical   condition   or   not,   the   relief   of   pressure   felt   amazing,   and   earns   the   man   before   her   a   soft,   low   groan.   arms   raise   to   sprawl   across   the   back   of   that   chaise,   her   gaze   drifting   shut   momentarily   -   before   pinning   the   hunter   before   her   once   again.   she   was   practically   purring,   unable   to   resist   the   vague   quiver   of   anticipation   at   her   core...   but   she   doesn't   touch   him,   not   yet.   perhaps   later,   when   he'd   unworked   the   tension   from   her   system   like   a   stuck   gear.   

ㅤㅤㅤit's   the   tongue   that   gets   her,   the   promise   of   where   it   could   go   and   what   it   could   do...   oh,   yes.   she   is   just   a   woman   after   all.   ❝   a   few   hundred   credits   at   least.   would   i   wear   anything   cheap   ?   ❞   it's   supposed   to   sound   nonplused,   but   it   comes   out   a   little   breathless,   especially   as   her   gaze   flashes,   pink   tongue   darting   wantonly   over   petal   soft   lips.   ❝   shred   them.   ❞

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❝ oh, but my dearest kafka, ❞ eye contact was made for a long, drawn out moment, as warm lips ghosted one of the thighs around his head. ❝ your comfort earned me the most enchanting sound. your comfort happens to be beautiful in its own right. ❞ gaze broke as vesper turned deeper into her thigh, biting into the soft flesh hidden by dark stockings. oh, how he craved the taste of her; thoughts of the way her core would twitch and pulse under his tongue clouded his mind with arousal, and he couldn't help the muffled moan that emanated from his chest.

vess would have told anyone who asked that he was listening as the huntress spoke, and truthfully, he had heard what she'd said. this fact, however, did not stop the information from oozing out the other ear as the words "shred them" echoed in his skull. silver was nearly taken aback by the way the command felt like the very lightning kafka so effortlessly harnessed in combat, tearing through his body with a sort of mental pleasure he hadn't been prepared for.

instinct got caught in his throat, and in one swift motion vesper ripped at the nylon under his teeth.

the subsequent run in the fabric left a decent hole in kafka's stockings, and vess found himself glancing up at her, pupils blown wide, each breath a little more labored than the last, as his heart rate picked up in anticipation. ❝ i... ❞ scarred hands found the rip in the nylons, the first touch of bare skin, and vesper swallowed tightly. ❝ as you wish. ❞ fingers hooked into the stockings and the hunter ripped them right up the leg, the widest run working its way right into the elegant shorts that still hugged kafka's hips. in that moment, vess hated that he'd elected not to remove those just yet.

❝ fuck, kafka— ❞ his voice was strained, almost whispered, a reverential sound that paved the way for his decision to wrap his arms underneath his superior's thighs and tug her hips closer to him, leaving her just barely on the edge of the chaise when vesper began mouthing his way up her exposed leg. after an agonizingly long string of dark hickeys were left to bloom under her skin, he stopped at the space where thigh met groin. nosing aside the hem of the shorts, just enough for access, vess traced the seam of her thigh with his tongue, hot breath meeting equally hot skin. in a fleeting moment of clarity, he took a deep, shuddering breath.

❝ i had plans. i was going to draw this out... ah, hell. i just wanna make you cum. ❞

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some discord display names i've had over the years, in no particular order

vesper's sparkly pejazzle.

goofy's slutty little snout.

forbidden white wine.

scratch & sniff scrotum.

room temp pocket cheese.

spiders georg kisser.

horse d'vorce.

pew pew. 🔫

sucrose's hidden switchblade.

wine dilf. 🍷

not a comprehensive list by any means but it should give you an idea of the general vibe i host around here

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this is the best i can do i simply cannot seem to make him thicker cw: partial nudity, bits are covered tho just a body ref. also pasty white man belly lmfaooo

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actually i'm here to express that vesper is actually MUCH THICKER THAN I CAN FIND A WAY TO DRAW HIM-- i'm still tryina learn muscle proportion but he's like.. like thick ok :pleading:

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back at it with the old-ish vess doodles, though this is more his hsr vibe than anything else i've got so

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the only picture of this motherfucker on the blog rn is just gonna be him looking pretty (he's a bastard do not trust him)

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last ooc post: wtf sorry i updated the link to my carrd sorry omfg