𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐲𝐫𝐨𝐬. — independent original character, written by moss. (27, they/them.) extremely low activity. 18+ ONLY. generally fandomless, fandom side verses available. rules, dossier, and verses found on my carrd. fandoms listed under the cut.
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he'd been given the door code, but even within the crowded hotel lobby, vesper could smell the familiar ghost of cloudhymn on the air. in this state, it was driving him mad—damn, it was too warm for this, too busy, too loud. his tail twitched impatiently. decision made: he'd find his own way in. exiting the building, vess made his way to the back, counting windows as he walked, noting the scaffolding up the wall near enough to the room that should be dan heng's. how convenient.
with more patience, he might have taken the stairs, but instead the hunter jumped up and grabbed the platform's edge, hauling himself up, climbing the scaffolding by hand, floor by floor, rung by rung, an absolutely feral tunnel vision guiding him up the side of the hotel. the sixth floor—room 618, he knew for a fact—held within exactly the man he wanted. he could smell it, the petrichor, the unmistakable scent of his dragon. his. his. his. vess instinctively bared his teeth as he unsheathed his claw blade and jammed it under the window, breaking the lock and throwing it open. pupils constricted, searching the room, and then just as quickly dilated upon laying eyes on him. dan heng, a cool and refreshing scent... vess was inside in the blink of an eye.
"clothes. off. now." he didn't even bother closing the window again, but he did yank the curtains mostly closed to keep his dragon's body to himself. mere moments after, vesper was backing dan heng to the wall, pulling at the belt around that lithe waist, already working on undoing the pants that kept his hips from vess, kept his thighs from vess. he'd been invited, but it had been quite a long time since vess went into rut, so this was unlikely to be what dan heng was expecting from this visit. every ounce of his usual control was slipping through his fingers like sand, like water. water... oh, how he longed to coax dan heng's more natural form from him, to leave a man so naturally stunning, so debauched and ruined instead.
what a sight he'll be, thought vesper. if only his lips were not so busy biting marks into his lover's neck, he might have expressed the sentiment in words... maybe.
dan heng had been warned that the changes vess experienced in their time apart had been extensive, and had wondered in the weeks it would take to see one another again what that meant. were they as extensive as his ? his own cloudhymn sans coreflame still found it difficult to let go of permansor terrae’s body, would take a while to adjust to the form dan heng retained before he’d left for amphoreous. after thousands of years, even virtually, of channelling his cloudhymn into power rather than a disguise, keeping up that familiar habit was no longer as easy as it once was. tail and horns, those he could keep hidden, but the height ? his eyes, the scales along his body would be much harder to keep up. all this deliberation and anxiety around his changed appearance, his nice clothes, and his brushed hair - and the second vess breaks through the window, he realised all that worrying had been for nothing.
the moment dan heng’s back hit the wall, the cloudhymn fell away in crystal shards instead of the way they used to, swept away in an invisible current. golden horns became visible, solid tail coming to wrap possessively around the hound’s leg. had vess not mentioned the borisin heritage, he might be more alarmed, but not with knee pressed to his hardening crotch, the hands at his belt, vess pressing all of his adamant weight against him. it had been clear immediately, a rut, and so soon around dan heng’s own moonstruck cycle he might trigger it too. maybe he would have cared more, if the insatiable urge to kiss him did not crush every other logical thought.
dilating eyes roved over the solid planes of his lover, wired muscle, wild hair, that gorgeous tail moving about behind him. the impulsive urge to tug on it was replaced by teeth at his neck, coaxing out deep groans as dan heng became reacquainted with intimacy, the feeling of vess’ pulse along his, the warmth of his hands slipping beneath his clothes and against his skin, the exciting spark of them as they moved across parts of him that had not been touched in hundreds of years. he could crumble so easily into that grasp, something like an animalistic growl-purr rumbling from his throat as he, too, fumbled for the waiting hardness in vesper’s trousers, mouth wet with the prominent tease of his cock. ripple after ripple of pleasure moved over his body as it became reacquainted with the wolf’s, instinct guiding the hand at vesper’s nape down so that dan heng could capture those lips in his own.
vesper didn't need to be told twice—and after all this time, matched with the solid strength he could feel as rough hands re-explored dan heng's body, his new but no less mouth-watering figure, vess barely needed to be told once. everything in dragon's body language brought fire to vess' insides, no longer the soothing calm of water that he once was, now he embodied the earth, tall and solid, the grip of his tail around vesper's leg as firm and unwavering as warm rock. despite the novelty of his features, vess knew this man. he knew dan heng inside and out, he would never forget the way he'd learned to read him like the very books dan heng liked to keep his nose in. this aided in how closely they'd inched towards effortlessness as their forms intertwined.
hot. oh, he was so hot. vess was burning from the inside out, dick aching as he ground his hips against the hand palming him through his pants. it wouldn't surprise him if he'd already been this hard upon entering; the only thing proving more distracting than the throb in his dick, was the dizzying scent of his lover, a trail vess would have followed across the universe.
their lips crashed together, aggressive and desperate, nervousness and heartache and joy all shoved aside in pursuit of each other. vesper's fumbling attempts at undoing dan heng's pants earned a snarl into dragon's mouth, bruising kiss accompanied for a fleeting moment by the loud sound of ripping fabric. he'd gotten frustrated quickly, and grabbed the garment in both hands, forcefully ripping it in half from the zipper, down the main seam of the pants. not only did this expose dan heng, but it left the majority of the piece falling loosely from his hips, providing access for vess' thick hands to slide up under his partner's top, along the warm planes of his waist, and then down, down to slip fingers under the remainders of his jeans, to grab both asscheeks in full and grip, knead, spread—vesper's eager fingers grazed the rim he craved so badly, and it made his cock jump too.
"mine," vesper rumbled, more a chest-deep sensation than an audible sound. he bit at dan heng's lower lip, and pulled, using everything he had inside himself not to bite the damn thing off in the haze of his aggressive desire. "mine. tell me you're still mine, after all this time. say it." possessiveness cascaded over him, and hope, maybe, grinding their hips together, feeling the haphazard way dan heng's dual cocks slotted against his own. oh, aeons help them both, that after all this time, they'll have the patience and mental fortitude to even make it to the bed several paces away. at this rate, vess may just hoist him up against the wall.
he'd been given the door code, but even within the crowded hotel lobby, vesper could smell the familiar ghost of cloudhymn on the air. in this state, it was driving him mad—damn, it was too warm for this, too busy, too loud. his tail twitched impatiently. decision made: he'd find his own way in. exiting the building, vess made his way to the back, counting windows as he walked, noting the scaffolding up the wall near enough to the room that should be dan heng's. how convenient.
with more patience, he might have taken the stairs, but instead the hunter jumped up and grabbed the platform's edge, hauling himself up, climbing the scaffolding by hand, floor by floor, rung by rung, an absolutely feral tunnel vision guiding him up the side of the hotel. the sixth floor—room 618, he knew for a fact—held within exactly the man he wanted. he could smell it, the petrichor, the unmistakable scent of his dragon. his. his. his. vess instinctively bared his teeth as he unsheathed his claw blade and jammed it under the window, breaking the lock and throwing it open. pupils constricted, searching the room, and then just as quickly dilated upon laying eyes on him. dan heng, a cool and refreshing scent... vess was inside in the blink of an eye.
"clothes. off. now." he didn't even bother closing the window again, but he did yank the curtains mostly closed to keep his dragon's body to himself. mere moments after, vesper was backing dan heng to the wall, pulling at the belt around that lithe waist, already working on undoing the pants that kept his hips from vess, kept his thighs from vess. he'd been invited, but it had been quite a long time since vess went into rut, so this was unlikely to be what dan heng was expecting from this visit. every ounce of his usual control was slipping through his fingers like sand, like water. water... oh, how he longed to coax dan heng's more natural form from him, to leave a man so naturally stunning, so debauched and ruined instead.
what a sight he'll be, thought vesper. if only his lips were not so busy biting marks into his lover's neck, he might have expressed the sentiment in words... maybe.
y'all are always so damn kind on my art posts and it means the world to me, i just wish dumblr would give me any fucking notifications on those posts, omg.. i come back and there are always a handful of notes i got no notifs for, if i'm not already meandering back to tumblr periodically for other reasons i often miss the kind words, i'm sorry to anyone who goes out of their way to say something sweet and then gets no fuckin reply from me omg 💔
emerges from the darkness of my room after five hours of frantic scribbling... happy halloween (it's never too early to celebrate) vess is going as rip wheeler this year. because i said so. might post the shirtless version later for funsies lol
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don't ask me to draw hands, to draw a man's thumbs hooked in his pockets, you'll just have to put your imagination to good use i fear
much to my own amusement, i've been glancing back at this a handful of times in the last few hours because i couldn't figure out what this was reminding me of, but i finally nailed it a lil bit ago. this mf is built like a clydesdale horse
i lowkey never put super personal stuff here but i think i'm having one of the worst poor-health days of my life, like in general, and it's making me feel so wildly sad and isolated today i could use a virtual hug or like just tiny comforting thoughts put out into the universe with my name on them / i gotta update my pinned and rules to express that 'low activity' means barely anything at all while i'm sicker than hell like this, gonna be a one-to-two replies a month sorta deal i fear
the sound of vesper's own heartbeat was far too loud, far too frustrating a sound while he stepped out of his car. he needed to be able to trust his senses, follow the noise, rely on clarity of mind—nigh impossible, when he was too tunnel-visioned, too preoccupied with manually hunting down the group huddled within this very building. his mind and his body were at war in the face of this situation, yet, as always, no true emotion broke through the layers of control he'd donned for this moment. frazzled as his body felt, his goal was clear: find elodie. bring her home.
the little he'd already known about this group was enough to assume they'd wanted her for her power, but no evidence vess had followed led him to believe they'd tried to kill her—only kidnap. that certainly didn't make it less nerve-wracking, though. power split from a living being while alive was a sickeningly painful process, no matter the chosen method of extraction. to be fragmented so thoroughly is just as gruesome as it sounded.
vesper shook off the thought. not the time.
he was a child of death, and death did he bring, as his body slowly morphed with the levels of his anger, with his determination. inky black smoke, pooling thick like that of the densest elemental gases, billowed from his nostrils, bled from his lips, pooled in his eyes and each step he took rotted the earth underneath him. the aura he carried with him at all times was potent, and it bent the magnetic tides of the earth in his direction, making every plant and insect bow to him, even the tallest grasses lowering their blades to the soil. the smoke inside, it radiated out theough his tissues, outward from his lungs, its manifested place of origin. this etched similarly pitch dark shadows of his ribs into his skin, a negative of his bones, and as he reached out to break the front door off its hinges, one impossibly black palm rested against the wood.
vesper inhaled, and exhaled, with a considerable calmness. then, he waited no longer.
the fights were mere snapshots in his memory; he'd surprised one member, the hand under their jaw crushing slowly through bone as if styrofoam, rotten flesh gargled up in their throat, choking on his own rapidly decomposed tissues before he died. the next put up a fight, a technician noticeably skilled in combat—but vess was a veritable mountain, and when his fist connected with the tech's diaphragm, they'd already begun to heave up bile and viscera. as the tough cells of their skin gave way to the sick liquefaction of vess' targeted hit, the demigod's hand sank ever deeper into the other's body, perforating the diaphragm and shoving his arm up under their ribs, into their thoracic cavity. he watched with unchanging eyes as the terrified little life in his hands went dark.
more fell, maybe eight in total, by the time vesper'd found the room where elodie was being kept. she was restrained, as a group of four was actively trying to ensure her otherworldy magic was properly restricted from her use by the device they were struggling to lock around her neck. it was a scene that sent a red hot spark down vess' spine, and in a moment of desperate problem solving, he yanked the knife out of his armband and whipped it across the room, making a stomach churning sound as it was buried into one technician's skull, right through their ear. three left, and the crew on the outskirts to take care of, and he could finally get her home.
inspo hits like a truck while my eyes are dilated post-exam and now i just gotta pout in the general direction of my laptop rather than writing, ain't that just the way. anyway on mobile i can say this: vess has a secondary, much cooler father figure now, since i was last writing here. can't wait to redo his dossier and bio and stuff ngl
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the evening air was comfortably warm—or, at least it had been, until vesper arrived. his voice, deep though it was, rang clear in the alleyway behind the mortuary; if the connected two in his presence had been able to see them, they'd have noticed every meandering ghost in the vicinity freeze, even if just long enough to glance the head mortician's way.
just as instantly did damon—vesper's employee, another mortician—break from that connection, lips kiss-swollen and wet, mirror reflections of the visible mark he'd sucked up on corazon's neck, red and angry, blood vessels broken under the skin. damon stumbled away from her touch, from where he'd been slotted between her thighs, soft and bared by her hiked up skirt. vess took note that her panties were still on, that even though damon's belt had been unbuckled, his trousers were still zipped closed, and that vesper had obviously walked in on the early stages of their intended coupling.
damon was hardly the type to grovel, but he knew the position he'd been found in was damning enough. he did not need to add to that of his own volition. "mr. argyros, si—"
"i said get out, damon. if i have to ask again you're not making it off the property." vesper could hear the clinking of his employee's belt buckle stop in surprise, but it hardly mattered to vess anymore. frankly, damon could linger and watch from where he stood and vess wouldn't have spared him any thought either way—piercing sage eyes were now only locked on cor, thick tail flicking and sitting so pretty on the yet-unopened supplies containers lined against the building. she seemed irritated, though whether it was faux or genuine was hard to tell. vesper walked up to her, prying her thighs apart to stand in much the same position damon occupied only moments prior, but without the fanfare of kissing, grinding, fondling. instead, he tilted her head with one hand, examining the hickey under the bright safety lights above.
"you could have screwed anyone, outside any building. why would you choose this one? why him?" the hurt that tinged his voice was almost successfully covered with a frustrated, biting tone... almost. damon had retreated to the shadows, but in his alarm and curiosity at witnessing a side of his boss he'd never imagined, had not yet disappeared—left wondering what on earth he'd gotten himself in the middle of.
ok had a bit of a blab moment on discord earlier (because i may not actively write here any longer due to my health but vess is alive and well in the prison of my skull, so blabbing about vesscanons is still something close friends are subjected to occasionally) and i'm gonna share it here instead because my god am i yapping fr. idk why i got the urge but this just gives some insight into vess as a person.. even though full warning it's about kinks, and they are not on the lighter side of the spectrum, vess' exploration into kink is heavy and high intensity.
ok official content warning: kink, psychological trauma, degradation, objectification (the kink, not the common meaning), sex as self harm, dissociation/depersonalization
honestly if you're on this blog you know what you're in for with the trauma themes, so, gestures vaguely
that said, i promise this has a decently neutral core message. none of this is to talk negatively about how he engages with kink, in fact it's mostly the opposite, how it's been good for him. so these topics are discussed but not in depth. this post is primarily about how his kinks play a beneficial role in his healing process as a person
(i copied this first part from a discord message i sent, but the rest is just babbling like i normally talk, i don't have the brain cells to make it sound nice)
yknow this makes me think, s'really hard for me to deep dive into vess' kinks without having to go like "okay disclaimer this sounds bad but i swear it's not, stick with me here i swear he genuinely does feel positively about it" because a lot of them are, of course, inspired by his trauma, but .. yknow there's the unhealthy coping side of bringing themes of your trauma into sex right, that are indeed forms of self harm and just microdose the process of retraumatizing yourself—and dgmw vess had a lot of that in his time for sure—but his most prominent kinks at this point in time are fr just explorations of reframing his self-concept as something inherently lovable even with his flaws and depersonalized view on himself, as opposed to reinforcing .. the exact opposite lmao, being unlovable for them, which is what the trauma tells him ofc
but generally, vess' kinks are heavily based in three concepts:
1. being useful (he is absolutely a service top)
2. his physical pleasure being less important than others' (strict top/whatever you should call the queer male equivalent of the primarily lesbian term touch-me-not)¹
3. being treated as vaguely subhuman (heavy on this one, he's really tied to puppy/mutt terms of endearment/degradation, or being ignored like any object of their environment. this applies for both pleasuring his partner while they pretend to ignore him, as well as him being the one pleasured by a toy, controlled by his partner from afar while they pretend to ignore him. anything that feels disconnected, in a sense)
and those points as descriptors might paint a concerning picture right off the bat to most people lmao, but .. yknow those are concepts he truly believed about himself for a really long fuckin time, and believed were reasons he was fundamentally bad/unlovable .. but if he can reframe that position he finds comfortable and familiar in a genuinely positive light in a controlled setting ? then like. in the bedroom where he's practicing kink with a trusted partner, he's aware he's loved, aware the push and pull of praise and degradation is allowing him to Feel those three points but also know that his partner doesn't enforce that feeling, it's just a sandbox they play with him in, and that outside the bedroom they see him as an equal, and he genuinely is an equal.. but it can really trigger social and emotional fatigue for vess to be Human™ on the same level everyone else is 100% of the time. hence, these kinks lmaooo
¹ important note on this. very important bc this term has a real meaning and while it's often experienced in many subjective ways, he's not, by a literal technical definition, the equivalent of a touch me not.. vess will still let his partner touch him sexually, and he is capable of getting into play revolving around his body—often, even, if that's the dynamic—but i have not been able to disassociate him from the term, bc he exclusively enjoys it conceptually if the rationale is "my partner wants to touch me, my body and my reactions are what my partner wants, and it's very fulfilling to please them when i can give them what they want" he will not handle it well if the focus is too heavily on him simply enjoying it. that's a one way ticket to triggering severe dissociation and likely days or even weeks of hyposexuality and touch aversion. like i cannot express enough how fine a line it is to walk, and while within his boundaries things are safe and fun, but it's way easier to accidentally overstep and cause real issues while vess is receiving than it is to accidentally overstep while he's giving, whether he's dom top, sub top, or otherwise neutral. that's why vess generally presents himself as a strict top and it really takes an intimate understanding of what vess considers to be triggering.
i should also expand on the fact that praise, especially without degradation involved as well, is an incredibly slippery slope for vess too during sex. whether he likes his mind's reaction to it or not (he doesn't), he has a very, very low ceiling for when praise becomes Too Much, and goes full circle and begins to feel demeaning, degrading, upsetting in a more genuine way than actual degredation in the bedroom could ever possibly feel. vess is at a point in his ✨️ mental health journey ✨️ where he feels safe knowing that the degradation he enjoys is enjoyable because he knows, wholeheartedly, that it's not a genuine sentiment. he could splash all day in the metaphorical puddles in his mind and never once doubt that these phrases are not genuine beliefs...
but when his partner praises him, it feels.. similar. like these praises and sweet words are not genuinely held beliefs. that they're pretending, same as they do with degredation, in order to play out the scene. if vess is actively engaging with his kinks in a planned scene (not all his sex is kinky, ofc, and also not all of his kink scenes are about his own) he's very heavily leaning away from praise. it's dangerous during a hard scene, it'll end with sub drop for sure for him, and likely dom drop for his partner when vess absolutely refuses to let them touch him or comfort him, and will not comfort them in return. it would take only two instances of unmasked praise to have vess using his "do not do that thing again, but i'm ok to continue the scene" word, and if for any reason it happened a third time vess would be prying himself away, safewording and already shedding tears or instead going catatonic. it's an incredibly uncomfortable and often triggering experience for him to receive pure, straight up praise during a scene, and during really any sex at all if he's honest about it.. even though he's got no issue accepting it outside of sex, and finds very real value in, and appreciation for, those sorts of comments from his partners in everyday communication. he's just not at a place where he can include that in kink safely.
so like in the grand scheme of things, vess is putting up boundaries as needed and using his kinks as a sort of reframing process for the way he fundamentally understands himself. due to his upbringing he feels like an object in others' environments, a tool to be used and discarded, a weapon or a means to an end and that's it. and in the way trauma often works, there's a sense of comfort in those emotions; genuinely, really genuinely changing your self concept in your mind is terrifying bc, feeling like you don't know who you are without that trauma, putting on the familiar blanket of really awful, but quite well-traveled mental pathways.. there's nothing more comfortable. and nothing you'd want to avoid falling back into more during the healing process ... unless you make that comfortable feeling hold new weight !
so vess is an object in his others' environments. he's tied to the chair near the far wall, gagged and squirming as his partner goes over their finances, aimlessly playing with the remote for the vibrating sound inside him. he is a tool, to be used but never discarded, as he loses every single goddamn part of his mind going down on his partner, harder than hell just from pleasuring them with his mouth, and yet still so completely fixated on being whatever his partner wants and needs, his own climax never even part of his plan. he can still be these things but in ways that feel fulfilling, and are on his own terms, and are met with heaps of aftercare going both ways after the fact. it would have been super easy for him to end up with godawful habits, harmful views on himself and his kinks, a stupid lack of boundaries and unsafe expectations from partners... but idk. i really like kink as a form of self expression and that self harm behavior isn't kink, it's self harm. or abuse, if he was stupid about it with a partner too. which — well, i mean yeah he's been like that before, in his early-mid twenties, he was trying to figure out sex and relationships more as his life settled into a little bit more of a routine, and yeah no when he first got into the kink scene he was one of those very widely loathed types who wouldn't negotiate boundaries and wouldn't know how to communicate when he was triggered and he hurt a handful of people he should not have been doing scenes with in the first place lmao. but. idk i think getting the hang of what sex and kink mean fr has been instrumental in vess' ability to Have A Fucking Life and actually heal from some of the worst of his shit
anyway, i have babbled long enough i'm sure. if you got to the end of this oh my god what the hell is wrong with you (affectionate) ♡
we lightly touched on this, but i genuinely think håkan learns a lot from vesper regarding mechanics and engineering. he is extremely fascinated by how differently vess thinks when considering inventions and explorations, and i can see vess slowly becoming someone that håkan comes to first when he has a new idea. also, håkan tends to shut himself inside his forge when he is highly focused on a new project, but vess would be one of the few people with a spare key to come in whenever! he values his opinion and input a great deal, but i think the moment his eyes sparkle the most is when vess challenges him to think outside the box. even if sometimes håkan may be too stubborn to see it any other way. he will gruff and try to prove himself right, but he knows when to concede. i can 100% see vess smiling silently and knowingly whenever that happens, like. he doesn't even need to say anything. håkan will babble on how yes, yes, he is right, fine, fine!
i can see the two of them being early birds. håkan wakes up early so he can go on flights with toothless, look over berk and check to see if the village is in need of anything. maybe because of anthi, vess also wakes up early? this is a tiny detail, but imagining them becoming early stroll buddies is so cute. the peacefulness of it all, y'know??
håkan absolutely adores anthi, and this may be self-indulgent, but i'd love to believe that anthi adores him, too! every now and then, håkan will offer to babysit her so that vess can do his own thing, or when vesper needs to travel, etc. anthi probably told a lot of vess' "secrets" (i.e, vess' favourite foods or how he sometimes snores when he sleeps, etc) to håkan, and håkan will absolutely take those to his grave. she maaaaay or may not know a few secrets from the chieftain, too.
they are both huge gift-givers and smiths at heart, right? so you know something adorable that i can think of? sometimes, whenever they buy new materials, they will divide them in half, select a theme, and try to woo the other with their inventions. a mini smithing competition challenge, so to speak! anthi had to judge who made the best birdhouse or kitchen tools a couple of times. i don't think either of them would be too competitive and take it too seriously, but gods, the thrill of wondering what the other will think of? so exhilarating!
these are SO GOOD, and so correct, i'm gonna yap bc i love these so i'm responding/adding tidbits to each and saving this fr
vess loves to challenge him, because he knows håkan will live up to the task. he knows håkan can do it, and he trusts that even if håkan grumbles, digs his heels in, doesn't want to give up on being right the first time — he will eventually open his eyes more because vess is aware that håkan values the best options more than he values his own correctness. but vess doesn't like to give him the answer, because he also tends to think håkan would feel much more fulfilled if he seeks it out, chases the knowledge, solves the puzzles in the way their minds work differently, and finds the answers himself. genuinely leaves vess feeling pride, the "i told you so" smile is real but oh, how genuinely bright his eyes get when håkan connects the dots. vess knows there are a thousand things håkan knows better than he does, and refuses to consider those "i told you so" moments anything other than meeting each other eye to eye. he hopes håkan will do the same with him.
vess is, begrudgingly, an early bird — but in his adult years he's become more lax, he's like an old man when he wakes, does not like to truly begin his day right off the bat, despite waking up with, or before, sunrise. usually he keeps this schedule simply because it works best for everyone, but he'd likely function better in mid to late mornings, so early morning is spent reading, walking, breakfast for anthi & pets, doing little morning crossword–style brain puzzles to get him started for the day, whatever he's got on hand. morning walks with håkan are quite welcome, he used to wake up early and had no time for grogginess or a meaneering start to his day, so it's nice to fill that time with the slower, kinder presences of håkan and anthi.
anthi does adore håkan !! she really admires his drive to help people, she grows up wanting to do the same, but her help shifts from chores for the villagers, to learning to fight and to protect, she was inspired by håkan's willingness to do whatever he must to keep others safe and well. that said — little anthi absolutely tells håkan vess' secrets, like that sometimes when she goes to vess when she can't sleep she often finds him sleeping on his back with his pillow over most of his face, and his arm slung up over the pillow... and that the first time she giggled so hard when she saw it that it woke him up :)
THIS IS SO COOL, please know that most of vess' like, favorite projects to make are various takes on perpetual motion simple machines, he likes working with metal to make moving parts and you already know he loves working with balance & weight, fulcrums are featured a lot in his work, so i'm certain in one of those competitions håkan gets a scrap metal toothless statuette that balances on the end of a nail embedded in the wood base. big enough to sit on the workbench in his forge, or as a decoration on a shelf. he'll be good though and also make pretty useful birdhouses, i swear!!! fhjkgj
anyway thank you i love them, i may not really write but their dynamic means so much to me
i feel like that playlist thing is lowkey not a good view of my music taste, bc that is my most "put together" playlist but it was made to be able to appease my whole family on long road trips... a curated playlist for me alone would be like. full of volbeat, disturbed, blue october, marina, lorde, depeche mode, muse, linkin park, cake, & most especially weird al yankovic.
but i tend to fixate on one thing at a time when i'm by myself — that sort of playlist would be my go-to if i listened to music away from home (but since my phone doesn't have a headphone jack, and i fucking hate bluetooth headphones, i rarely bring my music with me). most of my playlists are actually just musical theatre soundtracks, like jesus christ superstar (2000), chess in concert, epic the musical, even repo! the genetic opera, so i kinda just haven't put together a comprehensive playlist of things i enjoy listening to for me
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put your repeat playlist on shuffle, list the first 10 songs then tag 10 people to do the same !!
i. let's hear it for the boy ; deniece williams
ii. ghosting ; mother mother
iii. garbage truck ; beck
iv. blackout ; muse
v. crazy = genius ; panic! at the disco
vi. the phoenix ; fall out boy
vii. nobody can save me ; linkin park
viii. vanilla twilight ; owl city
ix. the judge ; twenty one pilots
x. stormy weather ; tokio hotel
(i hope these links are all correct rip)
tagged by: @drakyns (ty even though i am barely alive this was fun and ily ♡♡♡)
tagging: nobody sorry BUT if you see this and want to please tag me to see it !!! i want to know !!! (i am a wee bit anxious to pass on dash games directly bc i am not here enough to know what the vibe's been for people, ily'all though mwah)