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I’m slowly moving Gepard back to my multi if you’d like to continue a thread we’ve had here dm me either @raytm or on discord 😌

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❛  i want you to ride me.  ❜

He was hardened to the glacial cold which might be why the sensitivity from each throb of sultry heat from the fingers boring into his skin has him yearning to writhe out of his grasp or desperately lean into it. The pathetic noises that pass his teeth sinking into the pliant skin of his bottom lip are mortifying but he doesn’t have the capacity to over-think it. His mind is a pleasant, amorphous haze of pleasure and until that commanding baritone carves through it, compelling him to salvage his focus, he had been reduced to concurring with a weak nod. Gepard wasn’t allowed to rely on it but using his words would only betray how dismantled his fortified facade was. Rather than allow him the satisfaction of a miserable, hoarse plea, he sinks back into him, inch after inch of Sampo’s cock filling his greedy hole. It takes restraint to not pitch forward into him, forehead flush to the juncture between his shoulder and throat, craving the crashing waves of pleasure more than the deliberately paced build up. He looked pretty like this, his features flushed and his hair disheveled, his glassy, unfocused gaze met Sampo’s, the curl of his mouth pleased, his dilating, dark pupils ravaging him. Gepard felt vulnerable confined within them, more so than he did being stripped of his immaculate uniform. He averts his gaze, unable to resist their pull, rolling his hips down to distract him, wanting him to feel even a taste of the pleasure that lanced through him, how excruciatingly good he felt. ❝  feels.. good.❞  but he’s certain his words are jumbled, sounding more like a ruined moan. 

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Captain Gepard! I have a message from the Lieutenant. Beyond the gates, we were chasing that blue-haired criminal, the Lieutenant tried to apprehend him but then a monster attacked. It… he… Koski was knocked off the bridge, into the chasm below… we tried to grab him but… it happened so fast…

It was a horrible accident…

We need to report his death…

The frontlines offered no mercy for those who braved its inhospitable landscape and death’s presence was ever prevalent, those familiar faces, comrades, friends, could be blanched in the throes of death without the kindness of forewarning. Gepard had convinced himself that he had tempered his exterior into being composed even as every nerve ending was seared with anxiety. As their captain he had to have enough self restraint to repress the urge to brush past him, crossing the vast, bleak distance between where they were stationed and the origins of that harrowing report. Part of him reasoned that it would take more than misfortune to extinguish the life of Sampo Koski and yet the trepidation that threatened to overrun him doesn’t abate. He allows his steady gaze to meet the other guard’s, nodding to affirm that he had received it, that the information was being processed, that it wasn’t burrowing between his ribs and making every breath unbearable. “ I’ll be heading to the location to assess the situation, you’ve done well to report this to me directly.” conserving his equanimity felt an unthinkable feat when his muscles were keening with the desperate need to move, every moment standing still felt like an eternity. “ take the time you need to rest.” because the man’s breaths were coming out in huffs, hazy and billowing, his eyes wide and fear withering his pupils to pinpricks. He had to reassure him, to allow him time to ground himself, a tentative hand rests for a moment on his shoulder and he almost jolts, recoiling, he was trembling. Their gazes meet and in that charged moment all of the emotion that churned in the wake of witnessing his surmised demise was apparent. Hurriedly the soldier nods and Gepard’s strides become longer, more urgent. He had to see it for himself, to determine what had happened, he couldn’t allow those rampant thoughts to best him until he had. Stifling the acute dread was as crushing as each desperate breath he dragged in, suppressing the urge to break into a run. 

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what if i decided to love you anyway. what if i decided to love you on purpose. what if im so damn stubborn that you cant stop me from loving you even if it kills me.

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how are you so quiet about it? your sadness i mean. how do you hold it in your chest, in your eyes, in your teeth without letting it speak; how does it stay still?

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terios !!!!! stop !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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you have the esteemed captain of the guard on his knees, what are you going to do with him now. ❝ .. your way with words never ceases to impress me. ❞ he's flustered, it's over for him.

          ❝ So pathetic... Get on your knees, cutie~  You look best that way. ❞

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❝ You silly feeble-minded little gay. ❞

he didn't know he was into this, please continue.

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Poor little Gepard… all alone once again. You spent all your time serving the people, protecting the people, but where are they now when you need someone to lean on the most? Nowhere in sight. But who could blame them after all? You followed Madam Cocolia even as she was ruining Belobog. How many innocents do you think starved to death in the underground? How many little children watches their parents be ripped apart by monsters? I heard the saddest story from Rivet town. A blind little girl whose sister would wear a bell so her sibling could find her when they were apart. One day she never came back after venturing out in search of food. Gradually, the blind girl believed her sister had abandoned her.

She died, hungry, alone and broken hearted, unable to fend for herself with her disability. She never found out that her beloved big sister was killed by Fragmentum monsters just a block from their home. The girl was brave though, she would have done anything for her younger sibling.

Just like Serval would do anything to protect you. I wonder how she sleeps at night, knowing the younger brother she loves more than life itself sided with the woman who destroyed her career, ruined her reputation and caused her own parents to throw her out into the streets with nowhere to turn. Do you think she cried when she came home from Qlipoth Fort and found the front door locked, and realized her own family had abandoned her at her lowest point? But even after that, she’s always been there when you needed someone to force you to take care of yourself. Where would you be without her? Probably dead.

You knew what the Guardian was doing was wrong, didn’t you? That’s why you let the outworlders go in the end, isn’t it? You know Madame Cocolia didn’t die a hero. They lied to protect the hearts of the city, including the Guards.

Cocolia was a coward who gave in to fear and turned her back on the world.

And you? You who has the gall to lead these people into battle? You can’t even stand up to your own father or be truthful about what you are. Maybe Leo is better off dead instead of wasting his life miserable, shackled to a weak, scared child that covers his eyes like that will conceal you from the monsters beneath your bed. You didn’t deserve him, you didn’t even have the courage to admit he loved him until it was too late.

Just admit it, you’ve always been pathetic.

Resentment had a tendency to fester & seethe when those in fault did not rectify their wrongs. He was not ignorant, suffering had proliferated through their people relentlessly, devastating the lives of those innocent with grief & loss. However, he understands it, weathers it because he recognises that the segregation of the Overworld & Underworld was unjust. Even if it were not his hand that laid down those stringent regulations he had enforced them, perpetuated them, only now with it amended could he see the world that had denied both of their people by adhering to those antiquated ideals. He listens & his jaw clenches, the focus of his eyes is glacial & reserved, obscuring the emotions that permeated him, evoked by the emphatic anguish, their accusations framing it with righteous indignation. Death does not spare any of them, how many comrades in arms had he seen perish in the fragmentum, their last breaths & desperate pleas to tell those they loved that they were sorry they could not return home. He doesn’t balk before it, even as the story wreathes its way through him & leaves him raw. Gepard would hear them because he owes them that much, for all the cruelty they had endured, the injustice of being forced to carve lives for themselves from less than they deserved. It does not prevent the lucent flicker of his eyes, the corrugation of furrowed brows & the way his chest seizes as they relay his sister’s life to him, as if he wasn’t part of it, like he had relished in her suffering. But they don’t let him get a word in edgewise, expecting the revered captain to withstand the fusillade of insults, berating him for every mistake he had made, ones he was excruciatingly aware of.  Each of them are like knives wedged between his ribs, an upward curve through sinew & flesh, enough to ascertain that the virtuous Captain Landau felt every single blunder he had ever made before he chokes on mouthfuls of acrid blood. He does well to remain reticent until they’re done, lungs heaving with exertion, their blanched fist slamming into the desk, his eyes shifting from the jutting ridges of their knuckles to their frantic gaze. When he speaks his cadence is commanding, effortlessly mistaken as imperious, the reason why soldiers heeded his directions without complaint apparent. ❝ that is enough.❞ the tempestuous ire that submerges him has dwelled within him for years, a lambent fire extinguished over & over again. He does not bare his teeth despite every searing nerve calling for it, his composure is as hibernal as the white, barren snow plains. ❝ I will not allow you to speak in my sister’s stead, how she feels is for her to decide, no one else.❞  his cadence is sharp, his rebuttal terse. ❝ And you would do well not to speak Ill of the dead. Those who have laid down their lives for belobog will not be spoken about with such disrespect.❞  their eyes meet & the clashing of ice is dissonant, impregnating the room with suffocating tension.  ❝ If you must find someone to hate, I will not hold you in contempt for it being me. I never claimed to be without fault.❞ the way his anger rose to breach the surface was evident still in his narrowed, flinty gaze & the taut line of his mouth. ❝ But we are doing all we can to amend the errors of our past, perpetuating such animosity will not resolve anything.❞ He was not free of guilt & perhaps he had been pathetic, confined between his loyalty to the Supreme Guardian & the knowledge that something egregiously amiss. ❝ The Guard alongside the Supreme Guardian are working tirelessly to rectify our past sins, to ascertain that Belobog can have a prosperous future, hatred will not save anyone.❞

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i am very quietly cooking on thoughts about how gepard is defined by his duty & the etiquette that would have been instilled in him versus the parts of him that are seldom seen which are more genuine to how he would be if he was able to just act as he felt without the constraint of status, position & propriety.

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Sampo isn’t green… <_<

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what is your pride icon supposed to be? Samposexual?

yeah.

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never question where someone got their writing name from mine is literally a cat boy from beyblade.

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on tragedy, fate, and inevitability.

oresteia, robert icke // theatre of the oppressed, augusto boal // song of achilles, madeline miller // the book thief, markus zusak // antigone, jean anouilh // revisiting mockingjay ahead of the hunger games prequel, entertainment weekly // romeo and juliet, shakespeare // h of h playbook, anne carson // war of the foxes, richard siken // the road to hell (reprise), hadestown // planet of love, richard siken // they both die at the end, adam silvera

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hi, hi! my name is archeon / ark & this is a multimuse ft. serval from honkai: star rail & 99 from path to nowhere. various other characters are put here, so i have a variety if you don't wish to write with the two! my main blog is acheron! if you're interested, please reblog or like? & i will of course check you out. thank you!

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pspsps masked fools and others - i h8 making promos for myself but i'd like to write more giovanni and sinjir ( who has an hsr verse ) . this is an indie mainly hsr multi muse that follows back from @dupliciti. give this a like or rb, i'll check you out. 18+ only with a preference for hsr muses