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Gepard questions his sexuality after pretty much being forced to take some time-off.
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12 Jul 2025
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Sampo usually visits Gepard at night.
He always leaves before morning.
Except the time he decides to stay. Nothing can ever be the same.Bookmarked by Kold_Scamander
29 Jun 2025
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Hanahaki was an unusual disease brought on by unspoken feelings of love—or perhaps it was more accurate to say it was a parasite. Flowers, sustained on both the body and repressed sentiments of the host, grew from the lungs, throat, and mouth of the victim, until the afflicted either confessed to the object of their affections, or suffocated to death. Some were ashamed, or so afraid of rejection that they chose to take their feelings to the grave. Yeesh. Talk about dramatic!
Sampo is head over heels for the young captain of the Silvermane Guards!
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24 Apr 2025
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Monotonous Midwinter Market by eddiebulls
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
06 Apr 2025
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Belobog's annual Winter Festival had finally come to town, and although Gepard had never been in attendance before, he was assigned the task of ensuring the well-being of the public from potential criminals and scammers throughout the event. Well, he wasn't exactly given this job as he had been assigned a day off, but Gepard could hardly rest when a certain someone was out there causing unrest within Belobog.
Which is exactly how Gepard found himself with one Sampo Koski, traversing the market together and buying items for- wait, how did he get here again?
(My piece for the "Beyond the Blizzard" zine!!)
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08 Apr 2025
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He reaches blindly for his shotguns under the bed with one hand, wants to have his fingertips bump against the stock or the barrel of one of them, to be reassured by the knowledge of having them close-by.
There’s a blue mosquito light plugged into the socket near the bathroom and its glow seems to drag on towards his side of the bed, highlights the several blood stains on the floorboards that the cleaning lady couldn’t get out.
His hand and wrist are caught in the light, the pale scar tissue there discolored, blessed silver.
Eventually, he rolls over on his left side and traps some of Widowmaker’s long tresses underneath his elbow. She groans lowly, shifts until her knees are pulled up under her torso and takes part of the sheets along her, exposing his right side.
“Get off.” It’s a whisper, in a hoarse, gravel and wine voice; the soles of her feet flat against his shins, pushing.But he doesn’t budge, only presses the sharp joint of his elbow down onto her hair and makes the mattress dip—until she feels it in the roots of her hair, hisses and turns onto her back, cranes her neck to peer at him with half-hooded angry eyes.
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27 Mar 2025