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Apologies for making everyone wait for replies but I once again have to grapple with his muse and tie him in my basement to make him stay. I'm also disgustingly brainrotting about my ships over my Kaeya and his H:SR verse so I'm slow asf, orz. sowwy

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If you ever feel bad about misurestanding things in H:SR, just know that I didn't got Lingsha's build wrong once nor twice, but THREE fucking times with the wrong stuff before I could somehow patch it up with the correct set and ornaments.

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@theastralexpresscrew: "you’ve been such a pain in my ass." - Gepard because why not? ( meme source. )

      he freezes on the spot, emerald eyes going wide and his jaw falling open. whatever Gepard had been saying up until now is essentially lost to the winds, entered an ear and exited the other- while a gloved finger shakily points at the captain,

      “ you, ” he gasps, breathless like a fish out of water, “ of all people━ did you just said...”

       the shock bleeds into hilarity, the corners of his mouth unable to stop twitching. before even he knows, there's a big grin on his face. pointless is the action of covering it with his hand.

      “ ━ass? ”

      Gepard Landau sure is full of surprises...

      and, hey! if pointing this out helps him distract the captain long enough for Sampo to flee, that's just an added bonus!

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@theastralexpresscrew: "i am basically 100% headache right now." - Luka ( meme source. )

      “ oh? ” is the surprised whristle, his mouth open into a small o. it made him interested. and a little concerned, if he had to be honest. “ considering that you're telling this to Sampo Koski, of all people, um, ” he offers a awkward smile, not at all true. “ must mean that you got a nasty concussion out of the entire thing, yes? ”

      he could hold some of his fingers up and ask how many, if anything to be comical. but since this is one of the first times where he's morbidly curious about where did Luka went. and this is the first civilized conversation he can hold with the other man...

      “ I'm assuming the entire thing you partecipated in went badly for you to say that? lay it on me! ”

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My wife......... acquired.

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@draconicfool: you have to have hope, don’t you? because who knows. maybe tomorrow. ( meme source. )

      surprisingly, instead of seeing the notion of hope as a childish thing, Eros gets a nod from the conman, blue locks moving minutely with the movement. “ beautiful thing that it is, hope, ” he offers a smile. “ keeps you alive, if anything. yeah, who knows... ”

      it does seem to have touched a peculiar spot for him, instead of being a meaningless conversation he entertains for the purpose of business. his head cants to the side, lost in whatever seems to have made him zone out.

   but it's gone almost as soon as it flickers on his face. “ maybe tomorrow, sure! even if not tomorrow, the day after, ” Sampo offers, chuckling. “ it's a thing we tell ourselves even if hope never comes, no? whatever keeps us afloat. ”

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OKAY SO I GOT A DECENT AMOUNT OF SLEEP. these days are rainy so I can't take my dog out without us essentially looking like we've walked out of a swamp. Draft time :B

I'm very probably getting to drafts tomorrow! These days are weird. I've basically fully shifted in being a creature of the night and then sleeping in the afternoons (sometimes) and I work mostly without sleep. Idk how I'm actually lucid, but its working for now?

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I'm very probably getting to drafts tomorrow! These days are weird. I've basically fully shifted in being a creature of the night and then sleeping in the afternoons (sometimes) and I work mostly without sleep. Idk how I'm actually lucid, but its working for now?

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I swear I was planning to doodle some Sampo in a rare display of affection towards him, but then I fell for the oldest trick in the book, aka ''let's lay down a bit since my nerve is acting up'' and woke up six hours later with no recollection of who I was.

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Woke up wanting to draw for an important thing, ended up doing two replies and being fucking exhausted like somebody squeezed the life out of me. fml

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@resolutepath: "Are you seriously asking me for an alibi?" ( Hei) ( meme source. )

      “ if it makes you feel better, I could say that I'm absolutely not being serious, and this is me joking as always- ” a sigh follows. the most dramatic, soaked-puppy sigh worthy of a Mourning Actor. “ ━but unfortunately for you, nope! I'm being serious for once. ”

      hopefully his most charming smile has an effect on Hei. it usually doesn't! but maybe for once it will. 

      “ you could also opt out! Sampo's not forcing you- buuuuuut, it could be a long time before we see eachother, if our dear, overzealous Silvermane friends find me and put me behind bars...? you'd miss me, right? ”

      an apprehensive pause.

      “ please say yes. ”

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@resolutepath: "I am not having this conversation with you." ( Hei ) ( meme source. )

      despite the offended harrumph that comes out of his lips, all but shaped like a pout, Sampo is rarely stopped by such trivialities, such unimportant little details as his discussion partner needing to be an active partecipant in the conversation.

      or a listener, as Hei will soon discover.

      “ fiiiiiiiiine, ” he elongates the letter, a wave of his hand dismissive. “ you aren't having that, but I sure will! you're good at tuning me out, why not do it now, too? ”

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When I first contemplated making an H:SR blog, my choice was either this dude or Jing Yuan. Now I'm on the path of making an Argenti.

Never let anyone know your next move, nor your preferred typology of muse.

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Sampo being naturally inclined to a goofy non-serious attitude, cracking jokes and acting like nothing is a terribly big deal in most situations no matter how desperate and dire, because he has that sort of confidence that can't be shaken by anything. He adapts well, and finds humor in anything, no matter what. Everything for him is a genuine joke even when serious, which doesn't impede him from making fun of the situation.

Nobody has ever seen him truly shaken up, and I doubt it's going to happen anytime soon. The world is his personal playground, and he's the one gaining from it.

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Me: eyeing the growing notification and then slowly returning to Renpo writing This is a problem for the Sam of Tomorrow.

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Something about that old headcanon is that I find the mental image of a shirtless, bloody Sampo just lighting a cigarette for himself and chilling with the warehouse burns behind him very soothing. Very nice to think about.

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HEADCANON 005. FIGHT OR FLIGHT

      There's never a moment when Sampo hasn't been mentally lucid.

      He'll drop it in a casual conversation, and laugh at the skepticism thrown his way. Whoever is nearby will point out that they have seen him get shitfaced drunk to the point of barely being able to walk without swaying or tripping over his own feet, singing quite loudly and cackling himself hoarse. At this point, clearly caught in a poor lie, Sampo will do his awkward ahehe chuckle and stroke the back of his head, either admitting to the lie or trying to fumble out an explanation or an offended excuse, and the topic will quickly move on.

      Truth is, that Sampo chooses to be caught in this lie quite often.

      The fight-or-flight explanation that most people believe, where the response to pain is either to fight back or flee, are bullshit. He has learned a while ago that the brain that hasn't been trained into a fight response will pick the flight over anything else- that the flight response to a massive amount of pain is a fearful response, where every other sense that doesn't push the human body to curl up in sobs against the wounded area to protect it is completely useless. it's a common human response, but it will give them something worse to cry about if they don't pick up their pieces fast. it will get them killed, that's what it'll do.

      The human brain needs rigid training to permanently choose the fight path.

      What comes out of this training is a permanent awareness of their surroundings that cannot be shut off even when relaxed, or under the use of substances. Even in the most stressful situations, a trained brain will emerge from the fumes of substances or alcohol and kick it's gears into fight mode. The fight mode will make sure to keep the mind lucid enough to identify possible objects to use as weapons, driven by relying on muscle memory and adrenaline if sight has been damaged, and will proceed to give the proper meaning to the fight response. A properly taught person will exit the carnage of a room as the sole man standing, because it has been trained into survival of the strongest being the sole option to continue being alive.

      (WARNING: MENTIONS OF TORTURE AHEAD) Two years before Sampo was to depart to reach Belobog, he was paid to execute an important figure on the planet he was staying on, and to make it look like an opposite faction was responsible for it. Of course, the faction in question wasn't particulary happy about it, and the client let Sampo take all the blame. They got him as he was preparing to depart to another city, and it's unclear if he meant for it to happen or not.

      Expert people of the faction tortured him for over four hours that night, with increasingly brutal methods that dipped into things that normal humans would find horrifying and beg their captors, screaming, crying and soiling themselves, to either end it or let them go.

      Sampo did nothing of the sort.

      He never fainted, even when the pain threshold went over what he could handle. He didn't screamed or cried once, because it would have fueled his captors into coaxing more screams out of him and warned them to keep using the same method, because it was working. if thereìs something more stupid than confirming a torture as successful, Sampo has yet to discover it.

      What he did was laugh, taunt and persistently wear a bloodied smile over his face. It didn't mattered how much he was hit, cut, slashed or poked with hot things: as per the Masked Fool's phylosophy, a good laughter heals both mental and physical wounds. Plus, the more he laughed at them, the more sloppier and angrier the lackeys became in guarding him, if at all. When Sampo understood that he was not to be killed, he pushed all the right buttons to make each of them fume and having to step outside in turns to avoid dealing a killing blow. His silver tongue worked wonders, that night.

      In a sense, he conserved his strenght until they started talking about cutting his fingers off, then he made his move- because he wanted to keep any body parts of his, thank you very much!

      He was the only person to exit the compound they holed him in, covered in blood from head to toe, mostly naked and having stolen a pack of cigarettes to smoke on the way out as a compensation. He also ransacked the corpses and took their valuables as addictional compensation for the hassle, and considered himself genuinely repaid and without a grudge.

      He still carries the scars of that, ugly little dots on his skin and little white scarred over cuts over his shoulders. It was a good lesson to never let his guard down, and even if the story surfaced- he wouldn't tell if he let himself be caught, or if they truly got him by surprise.

      It's scary, how much Sampo is consistently lucid through every single moment of his life. He can never be caught by surprise, but he's good at pretending that he was.