#sampard

[5tr4wbaby]

Sampo in a dress and Gepard gay panic, expect more of the same in the future

[istralius]

ough

[reikiwie-art]

"rescue" is a small old comic from my patre♡n !! maybe i'll draw Gepard getting back to him one day 🏃🏃

[siyelius]

ok twitter killed the quality so im posting here too

[enden-k]

[amosprinz]

happy pride month 💗

[grymmeoir]

Talking about two completely different blue haired kid

[bun-toki]

hsr textposts 19 - (⚆₋₍⚆)

[notarakhae]

Forgot to post sorry

[incorrectstarrailquotes]

Black Swan: My girl can wear whatever she wants because I am scared of her.

Stelle: My girl can wear whatever she wants because I can fight.

Himeko: My girl can wear whatever she wants because she a hoe and I knew that before we got married.

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Sampo: My man can wear whatever he wants because I am scared of his sister.

Caelus: My man can wear whatever he wants because I can fight.

Dr. Ratio: My man can wear whatever he wants because he's a hoe and I knew that before we got married.

[aether-maybe]

hi. is this anything

[beetle-bun]

Sampo doesn't know how he managed to fall asleep that night or remember even closing his eyes. One second He was staring at the ceiling, consumed by the dread pooling in his stomach and the impossible desire to keep Gepard safe and to himself as he listened to his quiet breathing in the other room, then he was jolted awake by a hand over his mouth.

Panic, raw and sour had him wide awake. He thrashes, trying to reach for his blades before realizing he’d taken off the holster and left it with his daggers on the floor by the door. (A mistake-- he never leaves himself unarmed. He’ll chastise himself for it later.) He throws his hands out and claws at the arm pinning him desperately, breathing heavily as he bites the hand over his mouth. 

“Sampo!” Gepard’s voice is a harsh growl but he doesn’t get off of Sampo, smacking his thrashing hands away. “Stop. Stop!” He hisses it out, eyes wide and fierce with fear that doesn’t register in Sampo’s brain, clouded by the adrenaline in his blood and the feeling of being trapped. Gepard grunts, his knee pressing on Sampo’s sternum and the splints digging into his stomach.

“Sampo, please. Please. ” It’s a whispered yell, desperate. Gepard is breathing heavily, hair matted to his forehead with sweat. He keeps glancing up at the door; his shoulders are shaking. Sampo can feel his words on his face when Gepard looks down at him again, his nails digging into Sampo’s cheek. “Quiet, be quiet, Koski. It’s-- it’s…” Doctor, the problem's in my chest, Chapter 5 by @shoezuki I couldn't help myself but to draw another fanart for this epic fic, it ruined me so badly 😭 waiting for the next update more than anything

[nata-natfan]

Landau siblings' New Year's Eve preps (Sampo’s been welcomed). Landaus are naughty enough not to celebrate with their parents.

Because of the freeze, Belobog is severely impoverished gastronomically, but the 700 year old recipes have survived! For Sampo Koski, it's absolutely not a big deal to steal an old olivier salad recipe from the archives. Even if it is impossible to get all the ingredients for the salad on Jarilo-VI, somewhere in the universe there are bound to be grouse, eggs and all the necessary sauces!

They are cooking something between a modern olivier salad and the original recipe.

(Olivier is a traditional New Year's dish in many post-Soviet states, known as Russian salad in Europe and some other countries) Have a happy new year's celebration! <3

[foxspritez]

return from penacony

[siyelius]

collab with @tado25 !!

[enden-k]

(Art idea) Have you ever imagined about Sampo taking his wanted posters designed by Gepard and teasing him by saying he's getting it as a gift?🥹

def happened at some point 🤭