#this fic is so cute and sweet! | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

infernal-lamb · 9 days

Note

Hey, I've seen your drawings from Neves. They are brilliant. I like her a lot, and are you writing fanfic about her?

Ahh thank you!!! That's really flattering fkljgfjf....It's always a pleasant surprise that people like Neves :'-) (and I love when I get an excuse to post my doodles of her and the Lamb lol)

I am in the works of trying to write a cotl fanfic abt this specific au (I call it The Apostate & The Martyr in my head lol), but writing doesn't come as easily as drawing to me SIGH. I've actually written quite a bit, but the problem is putting all these random excerpts together to make something coherent LOL. But yes, the fic is intended to be the story of The Lamb and Neves' friendship amidst the brutality and terror of the Lands of the Old Faith, how to deal with the consequences of their choices, and the mutual alienation they experience in their positions....as silly as that sounds lol. It's very self-indulgent! I just liked the concept of the "Outsider" POV, so to speak, being subjected to the sort of normalized violence that exists in cotl. Though, I might end up just making comics if I can't pan out this fanfic well enough!

#cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb fanart #cotl lamb #cotl oc #cotl au #my art #literally one person knows whats actually going on with these two outside of me LOL HGDLGDJK #but i eventually hope to actually progress with fic / comics about them and their dynamic #theyre like the madonna and child to me. if the madonna and child were a depressive + reckless human and a Lamb crushed under the weight of #their megalomania and desire to gain freedom by any means necessary #Neves is just like i love you little lamb youre soooo cute youre my calling my duty and i have to keep you safe from the Wrath of Nature #and the Lamb is like aww thats so sweet ! i AM the wrath of nature ! i love you too thanks for giving me an unattainable goal !!#the lamb also just likes to sit in fresh laundry. as a treat #alright now i'm off to deal with requests and messages and asks and such!! sorry i am so busy sob

87 notes · View notes

twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 18 days

Text

been thinking of getohime/reader lately….. 😵‍💫😵‍💫 this is just a short word vomit i needed to get off my chest <3

for some reason i’m imagining a college au for them right. a uni au if you will .

but like. imagine. it’s your first week, everyone’s still adjusting, you just so happen to get them as partners for a group project…. and they’re just. kind of hard not to love? they’re both so intelligent and competent and helpful, so kind and easy to talk to.

effortlessly charming.

suguru who brings you both coffee when you meet up for the project early in the morning, and waves you off when you try to pay him back. effortless. utahime who goes to the cafeteria to get you more when you run out, knowing the lines will be absolutely hellish. effortless — even when you catch her almost tripping over her own two feet as she nears your table.

geto and his kind eyes, utahime and her comforting smiles. their cozy sweaters and pretty hands and half-rim glasses. effortless, effortless, effortless.

it’s just a project, you barely even know them, but conversation flows so easily, and time passes so quickly. they’re both smart and maybe a little bit bossy, but in a good way — a we’ve already started on the outline while the other groups haven’t even decided on a topic kind of way. a fact they’re both evidently smug about, but they hide it well, tuck it in between upturned lips and crinkled eyes.

it’s nice to work with people who won’t slack off, people who take their studies seriously. it’s even nicer to work with people who smile when you meet their eyes, who ask if you have any pets while showing you pictures of their own, who purr out a satisfied good work when you’re done for the day.

they’re nice. charming. you’re friends before you know it, and suddenly utahime is waiting for you outside the university every morning, suguru is taking a seat next to you whenever you have lectures together. you share pictures of your cats in the group chat you made and complain about how vague your professor’s instructions are. you learn that suguru likes to tease, that utahime can be snarky, that she laughs at her own jokes with a cute little snort. that suguru secretly likes the gossip he pretends not to indulge in.

suguru brings you coffee, utahime gets you more; he thanks her and she smiles, you thank her and it grows. and so on.

so, really, it’s a coincidence. a stroke of luck, that you were paired up with them, that it happened so early that none of you really had the chance to establish any other friend groups. other things weren’t coincidental, like the fact that you’re so close in age, that all of you are crippling people pleasers, that you have a tendency to get attached a little too quickly.

the group project goes well, obviously. very well. again, you see the smugness in their smiles, their crinkled eyes — show offs, you think, but they’re cute about it. suguru tells you that you did well, utahime does the same. when you return the statement their smiles grow just a little wider, and you think nothing of it because that’s just how they are — effortlessly warm.

at this point, you’ve wriggled your way into each other’s routines. so nothing changes, even after you receive your passing grade. you still walk to class together, still choose to sit side by side in the lecture hall. you never delete the group chat, and the cat pictures keep coming. your friend group grows; suguru has known a guy from the physics department since middle school, utahime is good friends with a biology major. you eat lunch together, go to the nearby convenience store between lectures. study in each others’ dorms. they’re all pretty lovely.

but you, and suguru, and utahime have a special kind of bond — the kind where you could sit together in complete silence, and anyone passing by would still be able to tell you were friends. silences are always comforting, their smiles always warm.

they dote on you a lot. satoru and shoko make fun of them for it; every time utahime absently adjusts your scarf, when suguru ties your shoelaces without being asked to. you’re always in the middle, squished between them in crowded trains, right arm linked with utahime’s, touching pinkies with suguru to your left. utahime blows on your coffee before giving it to you, suguru lets you rest on his shoulder when you’re sleepy. and so on.

and yeah, it’s kind of embarrassing, but they’re just… really casual about it? effortless, as always. like it comes to them without thinking.

but satoru and shoko still find it funny, still won’t stop referring to them as your mama and papa, won’t stop pulling your cheek and teasing you until suguru and utahime come to your rescue. which only really proves their point.

it’s a joke, obviously. none of it should be taken seriously.

… but, as you grow closer, and time passes, you think to yourself that maybe you are a bit of a third wheel.

because they look so good together. matching glasses, matching sweaters, matching wits and brains. they keep up with each other so effortlessly, joking around, indulging in idle banter, talking about some baseball game they both watched last night. it’s not like they ever make you feel left out; doting on you comes easy, and they make sure you’re always comfortable.

that’s another joke — that you’re the favorite of the group. the baby. you wish you could believe it.

utahime and suguru are twin suns. bright smiles, warm souls, hearts that always melt when it matters. they shine brighter than anyone else, so you really don’t get a say in loving them.

it’s easy to feel small, in their presence. easy to feel a sting when people mistake them for a couple, even though you have no reason to feel sad about it. they’re your friends. what business do you have in who they choose to date?

that’s what you tell yourself, when you notice them speaking from afar. when they abruptly stop as soon as you’re in earshot. when you catch utahime texting him in the middle of your lecture, when you realize that there are things they can’t talk to you about. things they don’t want to talk to you about.

so, obviously, you assume that this is it. that your destiny is to be their third wheel, the baby of the group, the person they’ll hang out with when they need some variety.

which is fine. obviously. even if it stings.

you know your place.

(what you don’t know is that their little talks consist of sheepish excuses and irritated grumbles, because neither of them can seem to make any kind of progress in their plan to ask you out.

when they eventually muster up the courage to corner you, to tell you, their eyes will be bright and their smiles will be kind. understanding, merciless, so bright it’ll blind you. utahime will hold your hand and suguru will adjust his glasses. they’ll be nervous, but as charming as ever.

effortless, effortless, effortless, in the way utahime will hug you once you say yes, the way suguru won’t manage to stop himself from kissing the bridge of your nose.)

until then, you’ll assume it means nothing. you’ll let them buy you coffee and adjust your scarf and dote on you, and completely miss the playful glares they shoot each other when one of them hogs your attention.

#one day i’ll write a fic abt this concept but that day is Not today 🙏🙏#had a whole breakdown trying to look for panels to make a header out of #but i still think this concept is rlly cute :(( hhh i love them they’re so mommy #i just think this kind of poly dynamic is sooo sweet .. getohime like each other too obv but they’re just smitten w u #they would pamper u so much i’m sick.#this is obv niche but i know there’s at least one other getohime/reader enthusiast out there so im tagging it >:3 #geto x you #geto x reader #geto x y/n #utahime x reader #utahime x you #utahime x y/n #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #geto suguru x reader #geto fluff #getohime x reader #jjk poly

134 notes · View notes

leverage-ot3 · 2 months

Text

silly episode idea but hear me out

okay well the first part isn’t silly! so the episode is based around a con they are doing where a polyam triad wants to get married and have been writing to senators and stuff for years but nothing has happened. maybe there is a time element that leeway has to happen soon (not sure what that would be yet, maybe someone is sick???)

(obviously polycules aren’t only and are often more than just a closed three-person system, but I’m saying triad right now bc I feel like that would be an easier and more ‘socially acceptable’ gateway into more accepting legislation for diverse relationship dynamics)

the leverage crew, of course, can’t outright change the public perception of poly marriage, but they can use the ‘enemy’s’ tactics against them and slip stuff into legislation without people noticing like they do. it’s slimy and it’s not a permanent fix, but it’s a start, and it gives people the opportunity to see poly marriage in action and that it isn’t as terrifying or pearl-clutching-inducing as they think it would be. there’s a long way to go, but the seeds of change have been sown and they will make sure everything goes as smoothly as possible

this is one of the cases that they will monitor on the back burner over time. some cons can finish within a few hours (the bottle job), and some things they will follow over time and make adjustments when needed- amplify voices and expose corrupt politicians etc

and then it’s just after 3/4 of the way through but the con has been finished? what is going on? this is where the silliness comes in

the camera turns to the ot3 and…

hardison, pulling out three individualized rings: I know it’s not legal yet, and we have the necklaces, but I think rings would be a nice touch

eliot, pulling out an intricately carved box that also has three self-handcrafted rings: dammit hardison (with feeling and tenderness, and damp eyes)

parker, pulling out three very stolen rings from her pocket: does this mean we’re getting triple married if we all have three rings???

harry pops into the conversation (practically vibrating) excitedly just casually mentioning that he’s a notary and would be honored to marry them to each other if they wanted to

(they do)

wait, did I say silly? I meant unwaveringly tender and heartwarming

#this started out as a funny proposal headcanon but it just turned into sweet and cute #I had a version where eliot proposed first and then hardison went to get his but parker pickpocketed him #but this is more sweet #I know she loves pickpocketing but I feel like she wouldn’t take that moment away from him if she thinks it matters that much that way #but also. have you considered it would be hilarious #and omg they have such a good wedding!!! so many people invited!!! sophie has a ball organizing it #(hardison and eliot get veto power of course. parker does too but she only really cares about the cake. as long as she has her boys and her #family she’ll be happy with whatever the wedding looks like. eliot though has Thoughts on catering & hardison stresses about color schemes)#breanna and harry kick their feet and giggle like schoolgirls they are SO HAPPY the ot3 gets their moment #they have been (quietly) (unsuccessfully) shipping them for forever this is VINDICATION #I should link the post about who is invited to the ot3 wedding (list ever expanding)#I’m literally posting this at midnight but I didn’t want to schedule or queue it. I want it out now. instant gratification babey #eliot spencer #parker #alec hardison #leverage ot3 #parker x hardison x eliot #leverage #leverage redemption #episode ideas #fic ideas #I know I’ve written a proposal post/ficlet before but I was too lazy to find it #polyamory #ot3 marriage #marriage #weddings #harry wilson #thiefsome #hitter hacker thief #mine

78 notes · View notes

yourdeepestfathoms · 4 months

Text

i love to think about Clara in the aftermath of the plague, getting to be a real kid for once.

having a nice, warm bath? she’d lose her mind. because let’s be real, she probably has never had a bath once since she was born, and she definitely stinks. she would splash and roll around like a chinchilla having a dust bath.

having a tea party? attendance is mandatory. Daniil and Artemy are legally allowed to show up.

playing pretend? she insists that she gets to be God. “Clara, we’re playing Wolves…” “then i’m God as a wolf.”

just playing any games like Tag or Hide and Seek or anything like that? playing on the playgrounds? she would have so much fun.

blanket forts? she would LOVE THEM!

her getting toys and nice clothes and other things she likes.

being carried to bed by Daniil or Artemy and getting tucked in.

game nights at Artemy and Daniil’s house.

just… Clara getting to be a little girl after having to be this powerful saint and not getting to act like a kid for so long.

90 notes · View notes

hiimcanadia · 1 year

Text

For the record ofmd s2 is going to air and we’re all going to be reminded that this is a romcom and it’s not going to be nearly as tragic and complex and heartbreaking as we’ve been theorizing and I’m STILL going to love all the tragic and complex post-s1 fanfics and I’m going to keep rereading my favourite ones long after the series is over

#i LOVE going back and rereading old fics/metas/theories from important periods in a fandom #i do this all the time w/ tma I especially love reading old stuff that was written during act 3 of s5 bc everything was so FUN!!!#even for this fandom I found a fic one time that I’m pretty sure was written before blackbonnet went canon but it was so cute!#and so fascinating to read!!#anyway ily fandom writers of all genres sweet dreams 💕💕💕#2pm in the morning #ofmd #our flag means death

659 notes · View notes

reineydraws · 1 year

Text

i have wanted to read a grimmichi fic about grimmjow reluctantly babysitting (and eventually bonding with) kazui for so long, i drew about it 🥲💕 posting to celebrate the nanosecond of grimmjow crumbs we got last week 🙏

they really immediately recognized each others' voices in the background of a cross-dimensional zoom call huh. right away they were like "that voice!" like yes we get it u hear that voice in ur dreams lol cant wait for more grimmjow crumbs!!! (img insp)

#bleach #bleach fanart #grimmichi #grimmichi fanart #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #ichigo kurosaki #kazui kurosaki #grimmjow #i have a fic mostly written about this moment but it's stalled rn and i wanted to post this before the year ended lol #bc i drew this in october haha #anyways the intention is that this is in grimmjow's (old) room in las noches. it's why ichi and kazu are in shinigami robes.#grimm's just taken off his white crop blazer jacket thing he wears on top of his leather jumpsuit that ive always assumed is sleeveless #grimmjow jaggerjack #for more bg ichi's divorced hime but they co-parent and are still besties and hime is dating ishida now #well thats what i landed on in aforementioned fic but shes really cute with either chad or tatsuki as well #hell mb all four of them are dating and are lowkey collectively judging ichigo for waiting so long to make a move in grimm idk #tho ive always considered tatsuki a lesbian so idk if she'd actually date chad and ishida lol. she seems... too cool for them???? i digress #on* lmao not in. unless 👀👀👀#jk jk... 👀#junichi suwabe i missed the sound of ur sweet sweet baritone. not to be an tot artem stan on this bleach post bUT 😭💖#anyways if i missed out on artem's voice on a few cards when i was playing tot last year cuz he was voicing grimmjow i am a-ok with that

645 notes · View notes

jade-of-mourning · 5 months

Text

Tenzin stares down at the scowling, scrawny kid. He's dressed in a patched grey shirt bound hastily at the forearms, equally-patched trousers hanging off his frame despite the long length of his skinny legs, and his feet are currently bare aside from some more dirty wrappings around the arch and heel. A shockingly red scarf loops around his neck, several times too-big and frayed at the ends. He's maybe fourteen or fifteen despite the heavy grey lines underscoring his features, because there's a familiar despair written in the recurring story — prominent cheekbones sticking out of his thin, pointy face, lips chapped and pale from the freezing winter nights of Republic City, gold-flecked brown eyes glaring back at him defiantly.

And he's in a pair of handcuffs.

"So this is the one, you say," he addresses to the woman standing next to him. Her arms are crossed against her chest, a glare plastered across her face — precisely mirroring that of the scrappy boy handcuffed to the table in front of them. They're having an intense stare-down.

If he didn't know any better, he'd almost think this was her kid.

(But he knows all too well that he's not.)

Lin Beifong scowls. "Fucker tried to hit Jian with lightning after spotting her during a stakeout on a Triple Threats warehouse. He then managed to single-handedly fight off three officers while the rest of the gang bailed, looking like a feral, lightning-happy pyromaniac while at it —" The feral, lightning-happy pyromaniac looks pleased for a moment, before promptly dropping back into a glower "— and when I sent a cable at him from the back, he shot a pillar out of the concrete ground to block it."

"How do you know it was him?" Tenzin asks.

"I know the motions. I am an earthbender, in case you forgot."

"Perhaps there was another man waiting behind to assist his escape, who earthbent the ground upon seeing his comrade in danger."

Lin grunts. "The team split when the cowards scrammed, and managed to capture a few of the accomplices. None of those fleeing were in the vicinity by the time the incident occurred."

"There could have been more of them involved than just the ones you saw fleeing the scene," Tenzin suggests.

"We were in the middle of a stakeout, Tenzin. If you need a definition, a stakeout is a period of time where the police conduct surveillance on —"

Tenzin cuts her off, conceding before she can keep going on at him. "Understood. But how can you know for certain that there weren't other members coincidentally passing through who elected to lend a hand?"

Lin acknowledges the point; the outside world doesn't come to a standstill when there's a fight inside. "One of the captured men said that the kid is Zolt's protege, which adds up with the frequency of which I see him in the aftermath of incursions. They're shamelessly bitter about him being the boss' favorite, and they clearly don't hold any well-regards towards him, so they don't have reason to offer assistance, aside from attempting to curry favor from a fourteen year old — and no faces were shown to that point, so that's out of question. Besides, they're gangsters. What sense of loyalty to each other do you really think they have?"

"More than you've got to the city." Both Tenzin and Lin whip their heads around in surprise at the low, raspy voice, having forgotten of the boy's presence during their back-and-forth. He looks almost like he wants to curl inwards on himself, but instead raises his chin higher up and manages to glare at them with even more force, if possible. "You police ain't done shit for us. You're all the same purposefully ignorant bastards. That's how we get here, but you knew that." The subject of we goes unsaid; all three of them in the closed metal room know precisely what he's talking about.

"So are you saying that one of your loyal friends stayed behind and bent that earth for you?" Lin demands, ignoring the jab at her dignity. Tenzin knows she's retracted the heel of her uniform, searching for a heartbeat.

The boy leans back in the chair flippantly. "Nah," he says curtly. "They're smart enough. None of 'em would stick 'round for me." It's contrary to the earlier claim of mutual loyalty, but unsurprising.

"So it was you," Tenzin concludes.

"I never said it was."

"Then who else could it have been?" The frustration is bubbling up in him, the way it always has since he was a kid; Dad had always laughed and said that he must've gotten it from his mother, quick to anger and full in force, but Tenzin has never been able to quell the feeling down despite his best efforts to be more like his father.

"Bet it was one of your cop cronies." There's something intense and unhinged and wild in the kid's half-pyrite eyes, almost glowing in the gleeful challenge. "Pro'ly got bored of the metal rod permanently stuck up your ass n' thought it'd be funny if —"

"Young man! You will not speak of —"

"I'm jus' sayin' —"

"Enough." Lin slams her fist down on the table, and the light in the boy's eyes dims in an instant. "I've had enough of your hog-monkey shit. Either you be straight with me and we can settle this quickly, or I'm holding you here as long as I deem necessary."

Which can be a very long time, goes unsaid.

Tenzin inspects the kid carefully, sees the minute way his shoulders slump down, and suddenly, all he can see in front of him is Jinora, hunching in on herself as her parents lecture her about not feeding her dinner to the sky bison. He doesn't know why — after all, this is a lightning-bending gangster, almost certainly raised by the streets in poverty and desperation; he couldn't be further from Tenzin's family.

But.

He's still just a kid.

Beneath all that bravado, those bitter, biting words, the degenerate behaviour that brought him here in the first place, the skin stretched too-thin over bones jutting out of his face — the harsh exterior is made to protect a kid who's seen too much. Tenzin knows that for certain.

And Tenzin is suddenly tired, because the boy is right. There's a reason that kids like him run with gangs, learn to fight dirty and low and vicious, and he's not naive enough to believe that it's not in-part due to their own failure as adults in power. He places a hand on Lin's shoulder — a silent request for her to step back and trust him. She looks over at him, green eyes meeting blue, and he's struck by how beaten down she looks by this conversation despite her infallible presence. Despite their time away from each other, despite the inevitable fallout that halved their world together like a splintering ravine and left no chance of reprieve, she knows him.

She steps back.

Tenzin seats himself at the table as Lin moves to the corner of the room. Takes a deep breath to steady himself, tries to channel the way his father always made people feel like everything would be alright. "Young man," he says in a reasonable tone, "please, let's try again. Would you be willing to tell me your name?"

"It's —"

"Mako," the boy interjects before Lin can finish for him, take his autonomy, eyes dropping to the table. There's an unmistakable air of defeat around him, one at total odds of the snapping, feral boy described and seen from before. "My… My name's Mako. Why's it matter to you?"

Tenzin nods resolutely, ignoring the question. "Well, Mako. I have a proposal for you — one that should keep you out of the police station."

A raised eyebrow.

Once it's out of his mouth, he can't retract it. He knows that there will be consequences for speaking without consulting Pema, Lin, his kids.

But his heart is telling him that this is right. Not just that it's the right thing to do, but also that the kid sitting handcuffed to the table in front of him is the Avatar. He can see it in his eyes, hard and resentful and gold-brown and so different from his father's, yet still the same in some inexplicable way. Reconciling the idea of this lightning-bending gangster of a street kid with the man who co-founded this city is… overwhelming, and Tenzin would almost rather blow this situation off and let himself live in remembering his father for who he is, not for whoever Mako turns out to be. But Tenzin has a duty to the world, and a duty to his father, and so he will ensure that he does the new Avatar right.

"I would like to invite you to stay on Air Temple Island for the time being. We can discuss the objective after I am able to gather the resources necessary to run an evaluating test. Do you accept?"

Mako glances over at Lin; Tenzin resists the urge to do the same. He doesn't need her approval for this — it's his home, and he knows what he's doing. He can't read the thoughts behind the boy's eyes as they flick between the two adults who hold an infinite amount of power over him, can't follow what internal strife might be occurring in his head.

Then Mako shrugs, an abrupt, jerky motion. "Sure."

Lin Beifong throws her hands up in the air, and leaves the interrogation room. She can't be bothered to deal with this; it's five in the morning. She needs some fucking sleep.

my ao3 (but it's not posted there)

sorry this was a crack idea i had while practicing piano and i had to crank it out. i Might write a series of oneshots on this if i get too inspired lol (similar to what empty shores was supposed to be)

yes bolin is alive in this au, yes i have an unfortunate amount of ideas, yes i'm still writing my normal conceivable-to-complete fics.

if tenzin thought korra was hard to work with, he is going to have a blast with mako, who comes pre-packaged with fifty times more trauma that korra had when she pulled up to air temple island. (and is also prone to stealing, and running away, and murder as necessary, probably.) (this is going to be so terrible on all sides until it gets better!)

#lychee's word trash #mako lok #mako tlok #don't ask about the logic i don't want to think too hard about it #just a silly au that i thought up while reading some fic #feel free to ask me questions about it lolll #also!! finally started my lok rewatch!#i genuinely love korra so much she's so cute and sweet and batshit insane aughgdzhzchzcj #snowglobes don't shake on their own

68 notes · View notes

sweetreichel · 6 months

Text

Uzui plotting the death of his fake child, while lovingly feeding such fake child. As told in Once More, With Feeling by the amazing @kuwajima. Five stars, totally recommend.

#uzui tengen #agatsuma zenitsu #kimetsu no yaiba #sweet reichel #fanart #there's supposed to be a table in there #but it was just a doddle so that's my excuse #ANYWAY if you like tengen and his wives and shenanigans involving a toddler zenitsu GO READ THAT FIC #it's both hilarious and cute and sometimes makes you cry and they all feel so in character

81 notes · View notes

feroluce · 1 month

Text

Lucid Dreamer (2/2)

part 1

Gepard stalls almost a week before he finally goes out to the safehouse, and it takes him a couple days to find it because Sampo didn't have the time left to be wasn't super specific about the location. But he does find it.

It's pretty bare bones, really. Gepard knows that was probably to be expected, but… It feels crushing, when he realizes there are so few personal things here. It's nothing specific to Sampo. Just some food, some medical supplies. A cot and a heater and a lot of mismatched blankets. Nothing to remember someone by.

But he does find the letters, in a metal box stashed away under the bed.

There are two for him. Three for Natasha, and two for Seele. One for Hook, one for Serval, one for Pela, one for Bronya.

Bronya's is mostly business. They knew each other from the whole Stellaron incident, but not much beyond that, and the incoming catastrophe is a more pressing matter. Seele's is actually two copies of the same letter, and Gepard realizes why when Seele is so angry she rips the first one up without reading it. He gives her the copy a couple days later, and she slinks off without a word.

Pela seems completely normal after hers is delivered, but Gepard knows better than to trust that. The next day, he finds her asleep in bed with Serval, bottles abandoned on the floor, both their eye makeup smeared and running and Pela's glasses horribly smudged and crooked on her face. Serval doesn't read hers in front of him, but she's clingy with Gepard, Pela, and Lynx for quite a while after. She throws herself into her work a lot. She insists the heater from the safehouse is busted and she needs to keep it. It's too dangerous for use by someone who's not an engineer. Might burn their house down or something. Gepard doesn't argue.

Hook's letter is short, with easy to read words. The rest of it is actually a treasure map, and she and the moles spend the next several days running through the Underground, finding hidden candy and toys. Hook asks them when Sampo is coming back, because one of the marbles she found from his map looks green, just like his eyes, and she wants to give it to him. Natasha shoos Gepard out of the clinic before he can even begin to think of an answer.

Natasha refuses to let him see what's in her letters, which ok, fine, he'll respect that. He hears from Bronya who heard from Seele who heard from Natasha herself though that one of the letters was a map and the other a catalogue, with all of Sampo's hidden "warehouses." Gepard promptly marches himself back out to the frontlines, where he can turn a blind eye. If a ton of stolen goods suddenly enters the black market, and if the orphanage and the clinic suddenly have new supplies, well, technically that's none of his business.

Gepard goes to bed, curls up under mismatched blankets and closes his eyes.

He doesn't dream.

One of Gepard's letters was also business, like Bronya's and Natasha's. He and Bronya follow everything meticulously, down to the letter, because there has to be some good to get out of all this, there has to be. Gepard can't let it all be for nothing, it would bury him.

And so the catastrophe passes. Not without casualties, and not without a lot of damage and destruction. But Belobog survives.

And after that, time just kind of…goes on. Gepard has been a part of the Silvermanes since he was old enough to enlist. The Fragmentum had gotten so much worse in the years before Welt sealed the Stellaron. He knows the statistics, it is literally his and Pela's jobs to keep track. He knows when he sees a face everyday in the camps and then it's suddenly gone. He's not unfamiliar with things like grief and loss.

He still catches himself checking the trashcans and the supply crates and soldiers' footprints sometimes, though.

But there comes a night where Gepard goes to bed, holding the mismatched blankets to his face, and he dreams. And it's strange, it's off, it sticks with him. Sampo doesn't look the same. He's thinner. His muscles have atrophied. He looks like how Gepard has seen soldiers after months in the hospital.

The most unsettling difference is there's a scar across the left side of his head, Gepard can see it over his ear, peeking out past his hairline, carving towards his cheek. Sampo is always careful about his face. Gepard once saw him dodge a Fragmentum monster and literally let it cut across his neck just to keep his face clear. He wouldn't let that happen for nothing.

Their actions in the dream itself aren't new. Sampo seems tired, run down and worn out, but he announces his presence with aplomb by lobbing a bunch of smoke bombs off the rooftops and sending his soldiers scrambling. Same shit, different day.

The new part is what he says when Gepard chases him out to the edges of the camp, tackles him into the snow. Gepard pins him to the frozen ground to detain him and Sampo doesn't even fight it, just looks up at him like he's seeing sunrise for the first time in months.

"I'll be home in one week."

#sampard #gepo #hsr gepard #hsr sampo #gepard landau #sampo koski #hsr natasha #pelageya sergeyevna #serval landau #bronya rand #hsr seele #hsr hook #honkai star rail #my fics #lucid dreamer #I was initially just going to let Sampo stay dead because I love that kind of thing #but I ended up liking this ending so I guess I'll let it stay haha #I love thinking about Sampo's relationships with the rest of the cast and their reactions to all this #he was a founding member of Mechanical Fever. he still plays shows with Pela and Serval.#Pela is constantly giving him second chances like in the museum event and letting him volunteer with the Silvermanes.#And Serval could say SO much about him but all she says is 'hah that guy' and mentions Gepard is going to catch him someday.#I need the three of them to be a weird trio of buddies fdksaljfdkl #Sampo is seen with Seele plenty and he's with Natasha so much that Hook literally thought he was horribly ill for a long time.#I love them having some kind of odd comraderie #and oh my god I am the biggest Hook & Sampo stan ever they're so so cute and sweet and precious and WAH #so I think Sampo would want to be prepared for just in case he didn't make it back. that he would have a contingency plan for everything.#and he would miss these people and this city enough to show up in their dreams one last time.#but I'd like to think he saved Gepard for last #and it is not just because he has a crush or any kind of romantic feelings for him. There's more to it than that.#(If I'm being super honest I don't even really ship them with romance involved. I have a hard time picturing them like that.)

51 notes · View notes

piratecaptainscaptainpirates · 8 days

Text

Ed's had a rough day. Ed's had a rough couple of days. When he turns to his favorite stress-relief outlet, shopping at antique malls, it takes him to a shop he's never been before with the most beautiful man behind the counter he's ever seen. Ed might walk out of this shop with more than a few new figurines for his collection…

This is a sweet, flirty little modern meet-cute, rated T, 3.8k words. Check it out!

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fic #my fics #i've had the absolute worst few days so i do apologize that the pwp fics i promised aren't ready yet #have this in the meantime #it's cute! it's sweet! you'll like it!

25 notes · View notes

space-blue · 1 year

Text

Rotxo and Kiri enjoyers, if like me you didn't notice, let it be known that it's him hanging from that fin on the underside of Kiri!!

#kiri sully #tuk #tuktirey #rotxo #kiri x rotxo #come on they'd be so cute #this is pulling me back into the fic #such a sweet scene #atwow #avatar gifs #avatar 2 #my gif

276 notes · View notes

dipplinduo · 5 months

Photo

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH I AM SCREAMING EVERYBODY LOOK AT THIS BEAUTIFUL ARTWORK SUBMITTED BY @janecklyn!!!

ITS THE RIBOMBEE QUEEN AND HER SIMP

#fave #dipplinshipping #juliana pokemon #juliana x kieran pokemon #kieran x juliana pokemon #kieran pokemon #ribombee lore #LOOK AT KIERAN HES A MESS #AND JULIES SO CUTEE #my fics #sweet & sour gallery #fanart

45 notes · View notes

forestmossling · 18 days

Text

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHDYEVFKFIDHCHDCJXCJXUXXISISJWGYWAAAAQTWKDLBF

i will be no longer screaming in moderation. i am now going to scream excessively. sorry for that.

THIS IS SO GOOD. this literally ascends any mortal comprehension of good. this is AMAZING.

i started reading it at like 4am because i have no self-control so my capability of comprehending stuff was greatly lowered due to my sleep deprivation, but i feel like if i had my full emotional range at my disposal while i was reading this i wouldn’t have survived. this is my favorite steddie fic now.

it’s just so sweet😭😭 and the characterization is so on point, but with a fun twist to it, because they actually act and feel like the barely-not-teenagers-anymore that they are. the fact that steve actually went to eddie to learn about dnd (i LOVE when this happens in fics), all of their interactions, the way eddie’s so silly and smitten with steve in such a real way. and when eddie thought steve stood him up, when he was thinking about that naive joy that he allowed himself for a short while despite knowing better being replaced by the bitter disappointment and the feeling of “i knew this would happen, what did i even expect” was described in such visceral way to me at least, because i know that feeling so well and have experienced it in absolutely the same way so many times so i was about ready to writhe on the floor while i clawed my heart of my chest. i am just-

AAAAAAAAAAAAA

anyway. and i already said here that i love an outsider’s perspective on what happens to steve from people who don’t know about the upside down and pre-canon meetings so this was just everything that i love and treasure but also so much more. i feel like i don’t even have the correct words to describe the way i feel about this fic anymore.

and eddie thinking his crush on steve was so hopeless while steve was literally crushing on him for several months already was so- aaarfwjdiveufoehwxhskdc. especially when eddie found out about it.

and eddie rushing to startcourt, terrified, when he found out it was burning down and taking care of steve and taking him home i’m just 😭😭😭. i can’t.

and i really loved the way they didn’t have this classic “oh my god there’s no way he’s not straight” thing going on, because when eddie asked him out to the fair he immediately assumed it was a date and steve ALSO knew it was a date and they didn’t have to go through a gajillion of painful conversations to figure out they’re on the same page. not that it’s bad when it goes like this, it’s also amazing and can be wonderful to read, but this version of their relationship just hits different.

also, the barmaid/blacksmith dnd fantasy nearly killed me dead. i was this 🤏 close to tearing up every time it was mentioned, and the way it wasn’t just a passing comment but became a thing for them just makes me AAAAARDJESFGDEGJKESN.

and this

just made me giggle, idk. literally don’t look at me, i am so Not Normal about this fic.

and it’s just funny how the previous fic i read has a pretty similar concept but i whined about not getting a continuation and not seeing how their relationship would pan out, and the next fic by this author that i read just immediately delivers. good fucking god.

anyway, sorry guys, but this is now officially a @keycarabiner fan page. if my discordant desperate screams haven’t already made that painfully clear, i am obsessed with this fic and i STRONGLY RECOMMEND reading it. if not for my sake, then for yours. 9357001126935831552368005336892950/10, go read this right now.

#steddie #no you don’t understand like STEDDIE #steve harrington #eddie munson #they’re so sweet and adorable i’m having cuteness aggression over the whole thing they’ve got going on #steddie fic rec #steddie fic #stranger things fic #ao3 #get steve harrington to be loved and appreciated agenda #using my nonexistent mental manipulation powers to make everybody go read this fic so we can all have a good time #as you can tell i wasn’t kidding when i said i can’t find words to describe the way this makes me feel anymore #so you get whatever letters i found in my cold shriveled heart to throw at you instead of any actual coherent descriptions #just recommending fics is not enough i need a gun

27 notes · View notes