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Sorry everyone, I’m going thru a bit of a slump right now 😭

(It’s bc all of my drawings suck and that’s giving me problems with every other art form I do lol)

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just wanted to pop in and say that your account literally gives me LIFE 😭😭 I absolutely love all your fics and am glad to see a fellow gepard lover on this app pls keep up the good work <333

Hi!!!! It’s readers like you who keep me from breaking my laptop over my knee in anguish

Stay tuned, because I’ve got more to come!

P.s I did see ur other ask and thank you for making my day :)

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Boutta eat a hammer

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Hi guys! I am writing something but I hit a small snag (that being: I got bored)

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Always worried I’m not making gepard romantic enough

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I’ll think I’m somewhat okay at writing and then an hour later I’ll feel the urge to burn my whole library

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Munya munya

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Writing is basically falling in love with an idea,

then immediately doubting if you're good enough for it.

Love at first sight quickly turns into anxiety at first paragraph.

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If I wasn’t afraid to be myself, I’d print out a picture of geppie and rip it apart with my teeth

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… geppie Minecraft skin

I can tell this was made by a die hard fan. I must give them my thanks

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Something About Rain - (Gepard x florist!reader)

Summary: You, a resident of the underworld, have recently moved to the Administrative District and encounter rain for the first time. Will Gepard come to rescue you?

- Genre(s): hurt/comfort, fluff

- Word Count: 1.7k

- Tags: Gepard x reader

- Warnings: mentions of death, bad weather, food mentions

A/N: This is part of a series, but can be read as a one-shot. Check the masterlist for more! If it’s broken, pls use the tag search function. Tag is #Mossball_Writing

I hate thunder. Could you tell?

Mossball Masterlist - (more gepard here)

More often than not, you found yourself humming Serval’s songs whenever you had a free moment.

In your defense, they were really catchy (although whenever you attended one of her concerts, you rarely left with your hearing intact.)

Your plants were sitting plaintively on the windowsill, waiting to be watered. The flowerpots, housing a rhododendron, a spider plant, and a peace lily, were doing quite well after being relocated from your old studio. The new apartment had plenty of natural light for them to bask in, and they were looking quite happy as of late— but the sky was looking awfully dark today. The weather was unusually warm recently. Maybe that had something to do with it?

Was it nighttime already? You thought. No, the clock only read 4:30. Were the batteries dead? Also no.

The air felt heavy and stifling, as if a giant bear was crushing you under its weight. Though you figured, since the sky itself was doing you no harm, you had no reason to worry about it.

You emptied the contents of your tin watering can into the soil that the spider plant resided in when suddenly, your apartment was filled with a light pattering noise. You looked up from your task to see strange, round droplets of water appearing on your window.

“What in the—,” you started. Where was all of this water coming from?

The sound coming from outside muffled, oddly enough, and unlike any sound you had ever heard before. It was akin to the sound of a hundred oversized termites wearing woolen boots trampling all over your house.

You indignantly stuck your head outside your door. What right did the sky have to be doing this? You demanded to know as you shook your fist angrily at the clouds, when out of the blue, a blazing flash of light lit up your vision.

You stood in your doorway, dumbfounded, as fat droplets of water rolled off the awning and splattered on the crown of your head and ran down your cheeks.

It was cold. Unpleasantly so, you grumbled as you wiped your cheeks with the back of your hand.

And that’s when a sound like the earth was cracking open ripped through the air.

“EEYAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!,” you screamed as you nearly jumped two whole feet into the air. You slammed the door without a second thought, rattling the pots on the windowsill. “What on Jarilo-VI was that??” You shouted, your heart racing

You pressed your back up against the door as you tried in vain to catch your breath.

What was happening? Were you going to die? It would be really ironic if you met your end on the surface after a lifetime of surviving mining accidents, you mused, when another ground-shaking boom shook the floor beneath you.

At that moment, all reason left you as you scrambled to your feet, jettisoning towards the nearest coffee table to duck under it. You gathered all your flowerpots in your arms too— hardly noticing as the wet soil spilled over the rims and onto your tunic.

You crouched under the table with your hands over your head, your breaths escaping you in quick, painful bouts. But the sound of the water droplets didn’t let up, growing louder and louder until they drowned out your thoughts.

In a brief flash of intellect, you drew your phone out of your pocket with trembling hands and dialed the one man you knew who could always save the day—

And that’s when everything went dark. The lightbulbs in your lamps went dark and even the mechanical sounds of your refrigerator went silent.

This was it. The end of the world had finally come, you concluded as you crouched under the table, the room frigidly silent.

You wondered if your neighbors were okay. You wondered if Gepard was okay. You hoped that if he found you dead, the florists would hold a nice funeral for you and turn you into fertilizer.

“We’re sorry, your call could not be completed as dialed,” the automated voice from your phone said. It was the only thing you could hear in your apartment— the rest of the building was dead silent.

You were a hair’s breadth away from snapping the device over your knee.

The thunder didn’t stop. You rose on wobbly knees to search for the nearest flashlight in your drawers, but it was nowhere to be seen. Were you really going to meet your end here, in the dark and surrounded by nothing but your plants? The mere thought made your heart twist painfully.

You couldn’t find your flashlight. All you could do was yank the nearest blanket off of your couch and drape it over yourself, curling inwards as your heart hammered in your chest.

Breathe, you commanded yourself. Stay calm. It’s what Gepard would have wanted you to do.

You had no idea how long you were waiting there. All of the clocks had been frozen and you wanted to conserve what little phone battery you had left. So you stayed there, curled up with a blanket that was beginning to feel oppressively hot inside from the heated air you exhaled. You could only listen for the sounds of someone coming to rescue you.

You strained your ears— wait, was that the sound of boots?

Yes, it definitely was. And it was growing louder, too. Part of you didn’t want to get your hopes up— perhaps it was someone else seeking shelter from the weather. But that gait… it seemed incredibly familiar…

Your questions were soon to be answered as your door was flung open with so much force, the door handle made an indentation in the drywall.

“(Y/N), are you here?” A male voice echoed throughout the room.

You flung the blanket off of you only to be met with blinding lights from the street. Squinting hard, you could vaguely make out the outline of Gepard, the captain of the Silvermane guards, standing in your doorway.

You could have fainted right then and there.

It was certainly an odd sight— you’d gathered up the majority of the flowerpots on the ground floor and huddled them under the table. There was a watering can lying sideways on the hardwood floor, and you were hiding under the table with a cotton blanket thrown over your head. He approached you tentatively, not paying attention to the fact his boots were leaving muddy scuff marks all over the floor.

“We heard reports of an outage,” Gepard began. “Is everything all right?”

He lowered himself to his knees, resting one hand on the table as he looked down at you.

You scuffled towards him at a breakneck pace, ignoring the burning sensation from your knees scraping against the floor.

“I thought I was going to die,” you nearly sobbed as you buried your blanket-wrapped self in his arms. At that moment, you didn’t care in the slightest that someone could be watching. You wriggled up to him, determined to press your entire body up against him all at once as you hiccuped and sniffled.

Gepard couldn’t help but think you looked a lot like a caterpillar as you smushed yourself into his chest, but you could see that his face was entirely pink as he turned to face the other men.

“Go ahead and restore the power— I’ll be with you in a moment,” he said, clenching his fists at a loss for what to do.

The other guards nodded and headed out, wheeling the generator and other equipment away as the rain lashed at them in sheets, and Gepard returned his gaze to you.

You frowned at him indignantly like an unhappy bagworm as he held you in his arms, comfortably but securely. He occasionally rubbed your head as you let loose a whirlwind of complaints.

“Do you have any idea how worried I was??” You blurted. “What was that?? Why did sky do that? Is it going to happen again?” You grumbled.

The young noble gazed down at you with a perplexed expression.

“Rain… it was raining,” he answered. “It happens when it gets warm on the surface sometimes. It’s a type of weather,”

Weird, you thought.

“What about the noises??” You demanded. “And the lights?”

“The flashes of light were lightning, and the noise that followed after was thunder,” Gepard replied. “Those are types of phenomena tend to occur during storms,”

The power was beginning to come on again— the lightbulbs in your house buzzed for a short moment and then flickered to life, illuminating the room once more.

“I am so mad right now. The sky has no right to be doing that,” you muttered. The tears had dried from your face, and you were beginning to feel more embarrassed than angry now.

But Gepard didn’t say anything. He simply picked you up, laid you on the couch, and made his way to the kitchen.

“Where do you keep your mugs?” He asked.

“Top left cabinet by the sink,” you responded, wiggling your feet to settle into the cushions.

He took a cup off of the shelf and placed it right side up, filling it with milk. Next, he added a sprinkling of cinnamon and honey, and stirred it quickly with a tea spoon. Then, he popped it into the microwave, or fancy hot box, as you called it, and pulled it out once the timer rang.

Gepard quickly wrapped the mug in a tea towel and handed it to you. Your fingertips lightly grazed his gauntlet as you exchanged glances, feeling your cheeks warm with affection. The rain had finally begun to let up.

You thanked him as you lifted the cup to your lips and took a sip. It was sweet and comforting with warmth that spread throughout your entire body.

You thanked him quietly as he tidied up your foyer and got ready to leave as quickly as he came.

“I apologize for tracking mud in your house, but I’ll be back to clean it up after we restore power back to your block,” he said. “Take care,”

“Thanks for checking on me,” you murmured. You hurriedly got up off of the couch and twined one of your hands with his, pressing it to your right cheek. “Don’t worry about the mud— I’ll take care of it. Just stay safe out there, okay?”

Gepard nodded and went on his way. You watched longingly as his figure shrank into the distance. The horizon was gray and bleak.

“Blasted sky water,” you said.

2025 - Dreaming-of-Mossballs - Do not repost/translate without my permission - NO AI

💙 THANKS FOR READINF I LOVE YOU 💙

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Saw some wuwa ship art but I accidentally mistook the characters for Scaramouche and gepard

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I have another fic that I’m just starting to work on, but it’s got some pretty major stuff going on, so you might want to stay tuned. Florist reader isn’t going down without a fight!!

Also I apologize about the rain and moving fic, I did not proofread those so they have far less detail than usual. (Weirdly enough they’re on par with my earlier fics in terms of detail so I guess that’s ok. I just hope no one minds the abrupt style changes.)

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I notice the tumblr app has some performance issues, and was worried it may discourage possible gepard fans. If it would be of help I could make an ao3 account too

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You have to be a certain level of crazy to write as much I have for a guy who has maybe 30 minutes of screen time

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Taglist (I forgot who’s on it, sorry 😭)

@psychopomp-enthusiast @veywulf @mitsundere @pokebelle @heyoitslunalol

@sugakeibi @neigee

Something About Rain - (Gepard x florist!reader)

Summary: You, a resident of the underworld, have recently moved to the Administrative District and encounter rain for the first time. Will Gepard come to rescue you?

- Genre(s): hurt/comfort, fluff

- Word Count: 1.7k

- Tags: Gepard x reader

- Warnings: mentions of death, bad weather, food mentions

A/N: This is part of a series, but can be read as a one-shot. Check the masterlist for more! If it’s broken, pls use the tag search function. Tag is #Mossball_Writing

I hate thunder. Could you tell?

Mossball Masterlist - (more gepard here)

More often than not, you found yourself humming Serval’s songs whenever you had a free moment.

In your defense, they were really catchy (although whenever you attended one of her concerts, you rarely left with your hearing intact.)

Your plants were sitting plaintively on the windowsill, waiting to be watered. The flowerpots, housing a rhododendron, a spider plant, and a peace lily, were doing quite well after being relocated from your old studio. The new apartment had plenty of natural light for them to bask in, and they were looking quite happy as of late— but the sky was looking awfully dark today. The weather was unusually warm recently. Maybe that had something to do with it?

Was it nighttime already? You thought. No, the clock only read 4:30. Were the batteries dead? Also no.

The air felt heavy and stifling, as if a giant bear was crushing you under its weight. Though you figured, since the sky itself was doing you no harm, you had no reason to worry about it.

You emptied the contents of your tin watering can into the soil that the spider plant resided in when suddenly, your apartment was filled with a light pattering noise. You looked up from your task to see strange, round droplets of water appearing on your window.

“What in the—,” you started. Where was all of this water coming from?

The sound coming from outside muffled, oddly enough, and unlike any sound you had ever heard before. It was akin to the sound of a hundred oversized termites wearing woolen boots trampling all over your house.

You indignantly stuck your head outside your door. What right did the sky have to be doing this? You demanded to know as you shook your fist angrily at the clouds, when out of the blue, a blazing flash of light lit up your vision.

You stood in your doorway, dumbfounded, as fat droplets of water rolled off the awning and splattered on the crown of your head and ran down your cheeks.

It was cold. Unpleasantly so, you grumbled as you wiped your cheeks with the back of your hand.

And that’s when a sound like the earth was cracking open ripped through the air.

“EEYAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!,” you screamed as you nearly jumped two whole feet into the air. You slammed the door without a second thought, rattling the pots on the windowsill. “What on Jarilo-VI was that??” You shouted, your heart racing

You pressed your back up against the door as you tried in vain to catch your breath.

What was happening? Were you going to die? It would be really ironic if you met your end on the surface after a lifetime of surviving mining accidents, you mused, when another ground-shaking boom shook the floor beneath you.

At that moment, all reason left you as you scrambled to your feet, jettisoning towards the nearest coffee table to duck under it. You gathered all your flowerpots in your arms too— hardly noticing as the wet soil spilled over the rims and onto your tunic.

You crouched under the table with your hands over your head, your breaths escaping you in quick, painful bouts. But the sound of the water droplets didn’t let up, growing louder and louder until they drowned out your thoughts.

In a brief flash of intellect, you drew your phone out of your pocket with trembling hands and dialed the one man you knew who could always save the day—

And that’s when everything went dark. The lightbulbs in your lamps went dark and even the mechanical sounds of your refrigerator went silent.

This was it. The end of the world had finally come, you concluded as you crouched under the table, the room frigidly silent.

You wondered if your neighbors were okay. You wondered if Gepard was okay. You hoped that if he found you dead, the florists would hold a nice funeral for you and turn you into fertilizer.

“We’re sorry, your call could not be completed as dialed,” the automated voice from your phone said. It was the only thing you could hear in your apartment— the rest of the building was dead silent.

You were a hair’s breadth away from snapping the device over your knee.

The thunder didn’t stop. You rose on wobbly knees to search for the nearest flashlight in your drawers, but it was nowhere to be seen. Were you really going to meet your end here, in the dark and surrounded by nothing but your plants? The mere thought made your heart twist painfully.

You couldn’t find your flashlight. All you could do was yank the nearest blanket off of your couch and drape it over yourself, curling inwards as your heart hammered in your chest.

Breathe, you commanded yourself. Stay calm. It’s what Gepard would have wanted you to do.

You had no idea how long you were waiting there. All of the clocks had been frozen and you wanted to conserve what little phone battery you had left. So you stayed there, curled up with a blanket that was beginning to feel oppressively hot inside from the heated air you exhaled. You could only listen for the sounds of someone coming to rescue you.

You strained your ears— wait, was that the sound of boots?

Yes, it definitely was. And it was growing louder, too. Part of you didn’t want to get your hopes up— perhaps it was someone else seeking shelter from the weather. But that gait… it seemed incredibly familiar…

Your questions were soon to be answered as your door was flung open with so much force, the door handle made an indentation in the drywall.

“(Y/N), are you here?” A male voice echoed throughout the room.

You flung the blanket off of you only to be met with blinding lights from the street. Squinting hard, you could vaguely make out the outline of Gepard, the captain of the Silvermane guards, standing in your doorway.

You could have fainted right then and there.

It was certainly an odd sight— you’d gathered up the majority of the flowerpots on the ground floor and huddled them under the table. There was a watering can lying sideways on the hardwood floor, and you were hiding under the table with a cotton blanket thrown over your head. He approached you tentatively, not paying attention to the fact his boots were leaving muddy scuff marks all over the floor.

“We heard reports of an outage,” Gepard began. “Is everything all right?”

He lowered himself to his knees, resting one hand on the table as he looked down at you.

You scuffled towards him at a breakneck pace, ignoring the burning sensation from your knees scraping against the floor.

“I thought I was going to die,” you nearly sobbed as you buried your blanket-wrapped self in his arms. At that moment, you didn’t care in the slightest that someone could be watching. You wriggled up to him, determined to press your entire body up against him all at once as you hiccuped and sniffled.

Gepard couldn’t help but think you looked a lot like a caterpillar as you smushed yourself into his chest, but you could see that his face was entirely pink as he turned to face the other men.

“Go ahead and restore the power— I’ll be with you in a moment,” he said, clenching his fists at a loss for what to do.

The other guards nodded and headed out, wheeling the generator and other equipment away as the rain lashed at them in sheets, and Gepard returned his gaze to you.

You frowned at him indignantly like an unhappy bagworm as he held you in his arms, comfortably but securely. He occasionally rubbed your head as you let loose a whirlwind of complaints.

“Do you have any idea how worried I was??” You blurted. “What was that?? Why did sky do that? Is it going to happen again?” You grumbled.

The young noble gazed down at you with a perplexed expression.

“Rain… it was raining,” he answered. “It happens when it gets warm on the surface sometimes. It’s a type of weather,”

Weird, you thought.

“What about the noises??” You demanded. “And the lights?”

“The flashes of light were lightning, and the noise that followed after was thunder,” Gepard replied. “Those are types of phenomena tend to occur during storms,”

The power was beginning to come on again— the lightbulbs in your house buzzed for a short moment and then flickered to life, illuminating the room once more.

“I am so mad right now. The sky has no right to be doing that,” you muttered. The tears had dried from your face, and you were beginning to feel more embarrassed than angry now.

But Gepard didn’t say anything. He simply picked you up, laid you on the couch, and made his way to the kitchen.

“Where do you keep your mugs?” He asked.

“Top left cabinet by the sink,” you responded, wiggling your feet to settle into the cushions.

He took a cup off of the shelf and placed it right side up, filling it with milk. Next, he added a sprinkling of cinnamon and honey, and stirred it quickly with a tea spoon. Then, he popped it into the microwave, or fancy hot box, as you called it, and pulled it out once the timer rang.

Gepard quickly wrapped the mug in a tea towel and handed it to you. Your fingertips lightly grazed his gauntlet as you exchanged glances, feeling your cheeks warm with affection. The rain had finally begun to let up.

You thanked him as you lifted the cup to your lips and took a sip. It was sweet and comforting with warmth that spread throughout your entire body.

You thanked him quietly as he tidied up your foyer and got ready to leave as quickly as he came.

“I apologize for tracking mud in your house, but I’ll be back to clean it up after we restore power back to your block,” he said. “Take care,”

“Thanks for checking on me,” you murmured. You hurriedly got up off of the couch and twined one of your hands with his, pressing it to your right cheek. “Don’t worry about the mud— I’ll take care of it. Just stay safe out there, okay?”

Gepard nodded and went on his way. You watched longingly as his figure shrank into the distance. The horizon was gray and bleak.

“Blasted sky water,” you said.

2025 - Dreaming-of-Mossballs - Do not repost/translate without my permission - NO AI

💙 THANKS FOR READINF I LOVE YOU 💙

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Wait fuck didn’t I have a tag list