Been Doing The Cryo Domian In Co-op For Freminet As The Healer And It Feels Like Taking Care Of A Bunch

the new event is explaining delusions and the fact that theres canoncical mental illness's with some characters

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Fandom: Honkai Star Rail

Pairing: Sampo x Gepard

Wordcount: 2.520

tags: AU - canon divergent; Gepard chasing Sampo; Sampo being a smug fxxker; very slightly spicy (nothing graphic or anything, no actual mentions of nsfw, just some light hinting); Gepard actually being into it; Sampo being the sassy dude he is

“Stop right there, Sampo Koski! Running is futile, I will arrest you!” Sampo’s pursuer called, just a few steps behind and hot on his heels.

The blue-haired man chuckled low to himself at the fact that it was yet to be decided who would catch whom as he took the next turn leading into another abandoned alley.

He could do this for hours; walking around in circles, leading whoever was chasing after him into the darkest corners of the underground, or finding a hideout and simply waiting there until they gave up on trying to find him. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s done that and certainly not be the last.

And he’s been running in circles for who knows how long that day already while fooling his pursuer into thinking he actually had a chance to eventually get him. But even Sampo Koski’s patience was bound to reach its limit sooner or later, so he decided it was about time he finally lured his prey straight into his trap.

Knowing the streets of Belobog’s Underground better than anyone else, he took yet another turn, this time purposefully stepping straight into a dead-end.

“Oh nooo! What to do now? I’m trapped!” Sampo called over his shoulder in an overly dramatic manner, “What an unlucky fella I am…”

He said it loud enough for his persecutor to hear him but not too loud to give their position away to the other guards. Sampo was sure that none of them would be able to find their way here anytime soon in the first place but that was exactly what he’d aimed for from the beginning.

He didn’t need anyone interrupting them now.

Sampo slowed down, taking the last few steps toward the end of the alley. He came to a stop in front of some abandoned, old, and dusty wooden boxes that were scattered there in front of the tall stonewall. They’ve been looted before, considering that some of them were open, the tops mindlessly thrown aside and others simply cracked open to access their content.

A short moment later, his scheme played out just as planned.

“Stay right where you are and don’t you dare move a single finger, Koski!” Gepard Landau called, loud and firmly, voice booming across the narrow street. “You can’t escape anymore.”

Sampo grimaced before taking a deep-drawn sigh and slowly turning around, wearing one of his trademark lopsided smirks on his lips the moment his eyes fell on the blonde.

“No need to shout, Cap. I heard you just fine,” Sampo answered as he lifted his hands in feigned defeat. “Seems like you finally got me, huh?”

The Captain of the Silvermane Guards took two careful steps forward and Sampo waited for another few moments, letting the Captain believe just for a bit longer that he was actually cooperating. But Sampo had never planned to do that, so soon enough he narrowed his eyes, gaze turning predatory as he slowly let his arms down again.

Instead of staying put, the Mercenary was now slowly approaching Gepard. His lips stretched into a mischievous smile as he watched Gepard’s eyes widen with realization and a spark of anger flashing in them.

“Don’t move!” the Captain called.

Sampo didn’t bat an eye at the command, rather taking another few steps closer to his target.

“I said. Don’t. Move!”

A low chuckle escaped Sampo.

“Aw, or what?”

The Mercenary kept moving, only stopping right in front of Gepard, and staring at him with an amused glint in his emerald eyes. The Captain was frozen to the spot and his heart must’ve been racing, considering that he was breathing heavily through his nose while trying to hold Sampo’s gaze.

“Will you handcuff me?” Sampo asked, voice low and provocative.

He wanted to see how fast he could get the Captain of the Silvermane Guards, Gepard Landau, to let his guard down and how much Sampo could get under his skin. Considering that the Captain had been on Sampo’s mind almost every day those past weeks— it was only fair, one would assume. 

It wasn’t out of fear that Gepard could eventually catch him and lock him up but for several other reasons. Reasons, which would certainly make Gepard get all flustered and tongue-tied if Sampo told him about.

“Will you punish me for being a bad boy, my dear Captain?” Sampo asked again as he took a step to the side and slowly started to circle the blonde while keeping his eyes locked on him.

Sampo studied every emotion flitting across the Captain’s face, watched a single bead of sweat running down his cheek, and was captured by the way his Adam’s Apple bobbed slightly as Gepard swallowed under the pressure of being observed so closely.

And Sampo wanted to do more than just watch, fingers itching to touch, tease, and simply do whatever indecent thought was crossing his mind right at that moment. Being this close to the sole reason for many of Sampo’s sleepless nights and being able to smell his heady scent— it was hard to resist. But Sampo also knew he needed to go slow about this and ought not to make any rash decisions.

But a little teasing never hurt anybody, right?

Sampo leaned in close, nose almost brushing the flushed skin at the back of Gepard’s neck as he continued.

“Would you enjoy doing all those things to me?”

The Mercenary lowered his voice even more, barely above a whisper as he breathed. “Or would you enjoy it more if I did that to you instead…?”

Gepard visibly shivered, his adorably flushed skin puckering and Sampo had to bite down hard on his lower lip to keep himself from simply latching onto the Captain’s neck right then and there. Instead, he let his hand wander to the small of Gepard’s back, gently brushing over it as he tensed. Sampo then finished his round and came to a stop in front of the blonde again, keeping his hands to himself with a satisfied smile on his lips.

“What do you think you’re doing here?” Gepard asked and Sampo swallowed hard at how unbelievably enticing the sight of a flustered Gepard was. His flushed cheeks, the frustrated look on his face, and the way his eyes were dancing around as he tried his hardest to hold Sampo’s gaze but ended up being too shy to do so— everything combined was almost too much for the Mercenary.

“I’m going to arrest you, so don’t get ahead of yourself,” Gepard eventually said, voice low and less convincing than before.

Sampo chuckled low.

“You sure about that, Cap?”

“What do you mean?” Gepard asked, brows knitting in confusion.

What Gepard hadn't noticed until now was that Sampo, while walking around him, had taken advantage of the situation and snatched the handcuffs from Gepard’s belt.

Sampo once again leaned in close, so close their noses almost touched. And at first, Gepard flinched hard, backing away an inch or two but just a moment later he visibly steeled himself and stood his ground, trying not to show any weakness.

Which played right into Sampo’s hands.

“I mean that I am the one who actually caught you…” Sampo whispered as the soft click of the handcuffs locking echoed through the quiet alley.

That was the moment Gepard’s eyes grew comically wide in realization as his face went slack and his mouth fell open in surprise. A moment passed, then another until Gepard blinked a few times, mouth moving in an attempt to form a coherent sentence but it just didn’t work. He tried to retreat, taking two steps backward but in the blink of an eye, Sampo grabbed him by the handcuffs and pulled him back closely.

“Nuh-uh, no running away now…” Sampo warned.

Their chests touched and even through the thick fabric of both their clothes, Sampo could feel the Captain’s heartbeat hammering in sync with his own.

Sampo’s eyes turned dark with burning desire as he uttered his next words.

“I gotta admit that at one point I started to enjoy our little cat-and-mouse games because you are quite the fascinating fella. I’d love to break through that stoic and upright facade of yours someday to see what you hide behind all that. But not today and not here, my dear Gepard…”

Sampo pulled back slightly, just to satisfy the urge to see a flustered Gepard once more but the moment his gaze fell on the blonde’s face, he was completely mesmerized.

A dark crimson had settled high on the Captain’s cheekbones, accentuating the brilliant blue of his sapphire eyes, and making them shine brighter than Sampo had ever noticed before.

But that wasn’t everything that had captivated him; he was taken aback at the glint of something dark and wicked hiding in them, a secret waiting to be found out, an ardent longing wanting to be released as Gepard stared straight at him, brows knitted in frustration.

Sampo was concentrating hard, trying to find out if his mind was trying to play a dirty trick on him or if what he’d just witnessed was actually real. He decided to go for the latter as a lopsided smile spread on his lips and he stated.

“Or maybe you’re already enjoying all of this more than I’d expected from you…”

Sampo closed the distance between them, grabbing Gepard’s chin between the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and pulled him in.

Their lips almost touching, Sampo breathed.

“I hope you don’t mind…”

Gently pressing his mouth on Gepard’s for a soft peck, Sampo felt him tense underneath the touch, body turning rigid against his own for a moment. The Mercenary was sure that Gepard would soon enough start a fuss and find a way to free himself of the handcuffs. Sampo was also sure that he was about to catch one of the blonde’s relentless fists any second now.

After another agonizingly long moment, Gepard suddenly relaxed, slightly pressing forward and—

Sampo needed a second longer to realize that Gepard was actually reciprocating the kiss.

It felt like a stroke of lightning had struck him, surging through his whole body, and setting every single nerve alight with a sizzling feeling that finally settled, pooling low in his gut. Sampo willingly took the invitation, angling his head, and slotting their lips together like fitting puzzle pieces and hands wandering, cupping the Captain’s face in both of them.

But before he could get any further or enjoy this moment a bit longer, he heard the stomping of heavy boots and guards calling Gepard’s name coming closer and closer.

Sampo reluctantly retreated as he heard them yell in the alley right beside them. He knew they would find them in less than a minute, so he had to act fast. Groaning, he pulled back completely from a still very much spaced-out Gepard while fumbling for a smoke grenade in one of his back pockets to prepare his escape.

Sampo couldn’t suppress the soft chuckle that escaped him as he focused back on Gepard, who was slowly coming back to his senses and flushed a crimson red the moment realization hit him hard. The Mercenary closed the distance between them, pressing their bodies together as he uttered a last warning into the small space between them.

“You better cover your sweet little mouth now or the smoke will cause a nasty coughing fit. And I wouldn’t want that to happen to you, my dear Captain Gepard.”

He watched with an amused smirk on his lips as Gepard’s eyes grew wide and followed the grenade Sampo threw over his head. It landed a few feet away behind the blonde and continued to roll a bit further until it stopped right at the feet of one of the guards who had just stepped around the corner.

Sampo placed a quick peck at the corner of Gepard’s mouth before he unlocked the handcuffs and freed his hands. Taking step after step backward, he blew the Captain of the Silvermane Guards one last kiss as the grenade went off and thick white smoke started to fill the alley. The Mercenary winked, then turned around, and climbed up the wooden boxes in a fluid motion before swinging himself over the sturdy stonewall.

The guards were coughing violently as Sampo landed smoothly on the other side of the wall in yet another abandoned alley. He paused for a brief moment and took a deep breath, heart and mind still racing as he recalled the latest events.

Sampo was still very much surprised and would’ve never thought that a simple kiss could break so easily through Gepard’s defenses and that he would willingly let him in. It was exciting, exhilarating even and Sampo wondered how far he could’ve gone if they hadn’t been interrupted. The possibilities were endless and thinking about them sent an electrifying shiver down his spine, fueling his darkest desires, and granting him some of the wildest fantasies.

He groaned and dragged one of his hands over his face in desperation as a wicked smile spread on his face. Just a moment later he heard a guard shout his name behind the stonewall he’d just climbed over.

“Sampo Koski!”

He didn’t hesitate for another moment, not wanting to risk getting caught after all as he took off and disappeared into the maze of Belobog’s Underground alleys.

Meanwhile, the Captain of the Silvermane Guards, Gepard Landau, was still unable to move a single muscle, blood rushing in his ears and heart hammering wildly in his ribcage as he dragged a single finger over his lips. They were still tingling from the touch of someone else’s lips.

Chapped lips, though skillful and luscious.

Lips that had him captivated.

Sampo Koski’s lips.

Gepard was so lost in his mind, reliving every second of what had just happened, that he didn’t notice the smoke engulfing him until the sharp sting of it burned in his throat. He hiccuped as it became hard to breathe and immediately covered his mouth with both hands. The Captain coughed a few times until he managed to calm down again and was able to somewhat breathe normally.

He needed another moment before he eventually shook off the thought of Sampo and what had just happened between them, straightening his back, and bellowing orders.

“Koski escaped! Scatter ‘round and find him, we can’t let that happen again! And cover your mouth and nose while searching in this area until the smoke has dissipated.”

Gepard himself then moved to leave the dead-end he was still standing in but stopped after a few steps. He turned around and looked back at the wall Sampo had disappeared behind, just a few minutes before.

A thought crossed his mind, one so indecent, he tried to shake it off as fast as it came up. But it didn’t keep his face from erupting into a crimson shade of red as he grimaced and sighed miserably.

Eventually, he stomped off, determined to catch the obnoxious and sassy Mercenary sooner rather than later.

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Happy 10 year anniversary to Sarah and Duck 🥳🎉💗💚

In celebration here’s some of my favorite moments from the definition of a lovely comfort show:

1. Moon is canonically a bean

2. Bag implies they can die🤨💀, this plus the theory that all sentient objects are the souls of dead people-👀

3. GAY LEMON STICKER SLAYYYY

4. LIL GAY RAINDROP SKRUNK

Also this clip is just. Everything. Me. Perfectly.

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"almost christmas" means it wasn't christmas! day :D

Red Threads of Fate

When little, Alhaitham wondered why all the people make such fuss about those "red strings". Only his grandmother seemd to be resonable about them. She told him about a few books he could read, if he's interested, if not then there's really no need to care about so called "threads of fate".

One time, when he felt bored, he red those books. This way he found out the concept has it roots in liyuenian history and was found to be true not so long ago. Basically two (rarely more) people who are connected by such red string are meant to be with each other. To Alhaitham it seems way to cheesy to be true, so he tried to further his reserch.

However he ended up empty handed as there were no officially confirmed records of broken marriages nor damaged threads. This left him unsatisfied, causing to push all of the gathered informations into some far part of his memory.

Until one day, not long after he enrolled into the Akademiya for good.

He was reading one of textbooks at the House of Daena, distanced from fellow Haravatat schoolars, when a sunflower blonde from Kshahrewar spoke to him. At this very moment he felt something tightening on his pinky. He paid it no mind as the senior's voice reached his ears.

It was only after two hours of heated argument with Kaveh (the sunflower Kshahrewar), who had to leave for his classes, Alhaitham noticed a red string on his finger and smiled – because its other end was on Kaveh's pinky, boy's who entertained him like no one else. He had his own beliefs which he was fighting for and wasn't easily changing his mind just to make others like him. Maybe he was a bit too much of an idealist but Alhaitham was deeply interested in him and their relation.

With time they grew closer and it was quite... funny to experiene the thread thingy.

Until other day when both of them got fed up with own reflection. Kaveh torn up his part of their thesis in front of Alhaitham, screaming he regrets befriending him. The latter crossed out his own name from the papers as soon as he got back to his room, accompanying burning feeling on his pinky.

Maybe the red strings can be destroyed – Alhaitham thought for some time.

But no. Despite the pain it was causing, it stayed strong. True, it was very tangled and tense, yet it remained on his finger and as years passed he got used to its useless existance, living his life ignoring the fate.

Until one day, when he couldn't help but follow the string into the Lambad's, taking a sit next to sulking sunflower. This evening his house became a home as Kaveh moved in.

Their thread was messed up, however definitely not fragile. Realising that Alhaitham promised himself that someday their thread will be beautiful, nearly as beautiful as those crimson eyes he get to look at every day.

(A/N) Hello, Thea's here, also known as @imsleepingwitch

I decided to start posting here as well as I have some ideas which I personally think are too short for ao3. Truth be told I had a long break from writing, still I'm not doing it "regularly" so I hope you can forgive me.

And I think that's all.

Take care,

Thea🫶

PV really didn't need to have a whole toxic yaoi arc, tell Shadow Milk they were "meant to be", agree with Shmilk that he's his, and merge their God damn souls together but go off king. Love wins or smthn

do y'all remember when they found all that tf art in Osamu Tezuka's drawer post-mortem because I think about it often

anyway keep chasing your bliss and draw weird shit, god knows we need that right now

#mood