#i just need to not draw sampo for a little while

[dizzybizz]

sampo koski:

[deathbxnny]

hiiii !! thank you so much for doing my doctor s/o request, i liked it sm but i'm too anxious to thank you in comments, haha.. (´･ᴗ･ ` )

so !! do you mind if i make another request ?? okay so! an artist s/o with hsr characters who likes to draw them. i'm thinking of a little cute scenario, like y'know, it's some important date for character and s/o and s/o gives them their sketchbook which filled with drawings of them?? as a present? like s/o loved to sketch them every chance they get (´• ω •`) i don't know if i explained my request well...

AH. could you include sampo, haha...please? i love this silly man sm ~

don't forget to stay hydrated!! eat and sleep well !!!! thank you again for doing my last request! (⌒▽⌒)♡

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A/N: Hello again, Anon! Thank you for the request! I find your ideas so cute! Also thank you for the kind reminders!<33

Featured characters: Sampo, Gepard, Jing Yuan

Content: Artist reader, established relationships, fluff, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread!))

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》Sampo Koski

He loves your art alot and supports you as much as he can. He likes watching you draw/paint too, mainly because he finds how focused and serious you look during it super cute. Is definitely the type to keep any drawing you give him, even a small doodle.

With that said, he notices whenever you draw him. He never tells you this however and just always conveniently stays in the same spot for you, even if that means that he can't move for a while. He doesn't mind though and finds it adorable that you want to draw him of all people.

It was Sampo's birthday, when he finally was able to catch a glimpse of the drawings you were making of him. He was grateful for your gift and promised to cherish it. It was the first time he ever looked so serious and vulnerable, which made you very happy.

He carries the notebook with him often now, so that whenever he misses you, he can just take a look at what your beautiful hands made for him and feel better.

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》Gepard Landau

He fully supports your Artist career and makes sure everyone in Belobog appreciates it too. He's just so unbelievably proud and always tells you how talented you are all the time. Definitely also spoils you with any art supplies you might need.

He never notices when you draw him, mainly because he's always busy with work during it or just very tired. Thankfully he doesn't move much when he's working on paperwork in his office or resting in the house, so that gives you plenty of opportunities to draw him in secret.

You gave him the little notebook full of drawings of himself on your anniversary as a couple. He was quite surprised at how full it was and even laughed lightly at how he just never noticed. He kisses you hands, thanking you deeply for this beautiful and meaningful gift.

He keeps the notebook with him whilst he's out on the front lines, mainly for when he misses you and to remind himself of what he can come home too soon.

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》Jing Yuan

Supports your passion with everything he has and shows it off to absolutely everyone. People just have to know how talented and great the general's s/o is afterall! He'll take care of any art supplies or other needs you have, he just finds how excited you get over new paint or pencils so cute.

It's alot harder to hide it from him, that you're drawing him, because he just notices everything about you. He finds it adorable and amusing, when you hide your notebook from him and tell him that he can't see it yet.

He's still pleasantly surprised, when you give him the notebook to him as a gift for a gift giving festival. Jing Yuan is extremely thankful and makes sure you know it with sweet praise and endearings.

He keeps the notebook at his desk in his office, so that he can look at it and think of you during longer work days. He perhaps also uses it to justify slacking off for a couple moments.

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A/N: Thank you again for this Anon! I hope you liked it!<33

[smolcinnamonchipmunk]

I thought way too much about the logistics of if the Trailblazer was to be incredibly small, so you’ll have to suffer through this brain dump if you want anything else out of this, because I’m way too busy right now to write or draw anything actually about it ;-; Of course, I’m going to be making this from how I think my Trailblazer, Nova, would kind of experience

Starting from the beginning (because I found Honkai Star Rail no commentary, and now I can actually review/imprint everything in my stupid little lizard brain), I’m just thinking that maybe the vessel is somehow unstable so that when Silver Wolf manifests them, they’re just a little guy but both Silver Wolf and Kafka (at least Kafka doesn’t seem like she’d be worried about it, Silver Wolf might feel insulted by the Vessel not manifesting properly) aren’t concerned because there was nothing in Elio’s script that suggested the Vessel not being a normal human-size would affect anything significant enough to be warned, so they just move forward with it and the Vessel is stable enough to harbor the Stellaron

Of course, it would be extremely jarring to not only wake up on a random space station with your only memories being your name and vaguely Kafka, but to find yourself TINY in someone’s palm with their mouth almost entirely on top of you, only to be snatched away by another gigantic person who's a lot more energetic and loud

I feel like the first section of the game would have to essentially be without Nova being able to participate in fights, which personally I don’t like because I love the fact that they use a fucking BASEBALL BAT. I’m very torn between waiting for them to meet Herta or somehow manage to find a way to be temporarily human-sized naturally

If I go with the ‘natural’ route, I’m thinking that because the Stellarons seem apparently comparable to galactic nukes and are semi-sentient(?), maybe somehow if they ambiently absorb a large amount of Anti-Matter (Say, for instance, the appearance of a Doomsday Beast), the vessel has enough fuel to be temporarily normal-sized, allowing for Nova to get in on some beat-down action themself while revealing the Stellaron stuff at the end of the Prologue like normal

It would also give Herta something to go off of because I feel like she’d want some way to have a better look of Nova outside of the Simulated Universe. So! I’m thinking that Herta essentially concocts some kind of Antimatter concoction (I imagine it’s deadly to normal people but perfectly safe since Nova has a Stellaron inside of them) similar to the potions that the Mermen in TW have to drink to maintain a human form, that way it allows both smacking people upside the head and also goofy G/t shenanigans (And Nova would want their privacy still with their own room, though it'll eventually have to be fitted with some pathways for their normal size after a couple times of waking up tiny and unable to do much)

So Nova would go about everything mostly normally but when unable to take the Herta concoction, would revert to their more natural shrunken form. Which, I think would be hilarious with Sampo in particular because imagine coming across a weird trio, ‘befriending’ them, and then when you swoop in to help them out from Bronya, one of them just spontaneously shrinks while you’re taking them underground. Easier to carry but HOLY SHIT SOMEONE IS RANDOMLY TINY

Of course, when this kind of stuff happens without being able to get ahold of one of Herta’s concoctions (I imagine people would start carrying around extras after a couple incidents), someone usually has to uptake the ‘burden’ of carrying Nova. In Jarilo-VI, I imagine it’s mostly Dan Heng and sometimes Sampo. I feel like with the Xianzhou Luofu that Welt would be responsible enough to ensure that Nova had a steady supply of Antimatter, though that’s where Dan Heng would explain his draconic instincts. And I’m mostly thinking that they’d be good in Penacony? To meet Aventurine, there needs to be the check-in hold up, but maybe the Antimatter gets confiscated? I’m not sure how much their natural size would factor in considering the whole arc is about being in dreams

Everyone agrees March 7th should not hold Nova, even March 7th after some logic from Dan Heng and Welt, unless in an emergency and there’s no one else more responsible to do so

Obviously, there’s room for shenanigans, but I just wanted to word vomit some general stuff

[laseratingfist]

You asked me about RenPo, so now...

What about Sampo x Luka?? <3

literally every day I am thinking about them even if I'm just microwaving them with my mind

i can make it so fucked up — not so much anymore, due to the amount of staring at Sampo I've done, but um. "Gibson Girl" by Ethel Cain is still the first song on my Luka playlist for a reason AAHAHA

they're fucking the same guy — GEPARD.

basically canon to me — definitely the shipping brain + almost zero canon Luka appearances but honestly. honestly! their voicelines about each other?? WHAT HAPPENED THERE and is Luka being silly! is he being serious? does he actually like Sampo? is this a bit they're doing?? I need more. I NEED to see them together so badly

i can make it so stupid — consider, for a moment, Luka being an honorary member of the Moles. consider, additionally, that Hook is apparently good friends with Sampo! consider them hanging out with the Moles, and the Moles figuring something strange is going there between both big brothers.... hmm.... they sort of like each other a lot.... and yet when confronted about it they deny everything!! >:O

they make me feel insane — I think I've written about 26k words of fic about them so far. I've been drawing fanart for them since I rolled Luka back in october last year. when I first heard Hozier's song "Too Sweet" my immediate thought was SAMPOLUKA! THIS IS A SONG FROM SAMPO'S POV ABOUT LUKA

brb gotta go through their whole ship tag — I.... I am most of the tag right now....

i like it in specific scenarios — I do really prefer my dynamic for them above other people's but I have read pretty much every fic in their ao3 tag and most of the ones where they're both tagged and show up and I love each and every one of them

oh there's no way this will end well + in a relationship not sure what but they're in one — I think Sampo is an extremely closed off person, emotionally. both him and Luka are like this. Luka has an easier time opening up to him, of course, once they get to the point of being intimate, physically and emotionally. I don't think Sampo would ask for anything concrete from Luka, they'd probably just be ~good friends~ for a while. but Luka is very much a puppy, a dog, very loyal to those he considers his friends and family. once he considers Sampo as that, there's very little Sampo can do to shatter that loyalty. even if Sampo ghosts him for a while, he'll still wait for him to come back. dog at a train station behavior.

they're sweet — so, Luka has spent pretty much his entire life in the Underworld, right? he was born before the separation order (because it lasted ten years) but before that, he lived with his dad at a blacksmith's forge, so they probably didn't have a lot of time to visit the Overworld, and if they did, Luka probably doesn't remember a lot of it from how little he was. please please please imagine Sampo taking Luka on a tour of the Overworld, treating him to food, and the opera house, and just. Luka seeing the sky and being allowed to just take it in. Sampo buying him flowers. please

oh the devotion — dog at a train station behavior.

thematically delicious — scammer x scammee. performer x audience. two protectors of Belobog (Sampo is a protector fight me on this) finding a bit of comfort in each other.

compatible brand of freaks — so we've talked about how Luka is very much a dog, right? Sampo being a ringleader, a stagehand pulling strings behind the curtain. they're both performers, and honestly, if Luka were a bit more unstable, I could see him being a Masked Fool. I have an AU in my head where Luka goes with Sampo instead of Oleg, like, in a Funny Bone MV type AU, and Sampo introduces him to the Tavern. Luka finds purpose entertaining and bringing hope to people through there, even though as he gets dragged further in, the worse Sampo feels about it.... but yeah :]

not dating but married nonetheless — sobbing just thinking about it, yknow

[dragon-tummy]

Hello! I hope you are doing okay! I really enjoy your drawings! I was wondering what are your (if you have any) vorish headcanons for Sampo? x)c

grhrgfhh f.f fff.. GGRHFFF..FF...........

im not good at rambles abt this kind of stuff. so . ENJOY THE POORLY WRITTEN IDEAS NOTED DOWN WHILE IM EXHAUSTED. excuse any grammar or spelling errors, im tired............

i love visuals, and since my tummies are all special, he gets to match with his combat type. that sort of aqua color for his stomach. roomy, soft, and kinda like moving around on silk sheets if that makes sense??? imagining just sinking in a specific spot and falling asleep there. breathing and heartbeat are the prominent noises, the soft whistle of air moving in and out taking up the front.

for me, i can see him being the kind of person to just. eat there and talk later. friend getting overstimulated/scared? in mouth, now. dangerous situation with fragile people? in mouth, now. someone needs to sit and calm down alone? in mouth, now. like what do you mean he isn't real and can't pluck me away from my computer to "tuck me into bed".

purr-like noises in his chest because i say so. think like how tigers chuff, but something a little more raptor-like? i just wanna cup his face while he makes silly noises because he's excited. he definitely does it when he's zeroed in on someone that he wants to munch.

HE DOESN'T FEEL MONSTROUS ENOUGH. part of me desperately wants him to have off-putting traits that mix poorly with his sly behavior and personality. pupils narrowing/expanding on specific things or people. clearly sharp teeth. getting noticeably colder whenever he's out of energy/is hungry. i don't know why, my animal brain just wants blatantly predatory sampo.

relating to the ramble above, i think it would be really cool for his breath to fog when he's like that. doesn't matter where, he just looks like he's breathing cold air while he's desperately yet quietly trying to find something (or someone) to help fix it.

i feel like he'd roll onto his back like a cat does after he's eaten someone. stretching out and just kinda enjoying the feeling of having someone in there who relaxes with him. (i need him to rock me to sleep like that PLEASE)

[ddazzlingblds-archive]

@loiyaltie said: "I need to go..." Despite his words, Gepard's hands remain planted upon Sampo's waist, the space between them entirely insignificant as he leans in to chase another press of lips, eyelids fluttering closed as he does. It's not the first time he's said such a thing nor will it be the last but he does not have the willpower to slip from their shadows just yet. A moment more.

      if he had to describe this new routine of theirs, there'll be just a word to do it justice: delightful.

      it delights Sampo to know that the captain has this mischievous side to him. it's been quite a while since he started to put effort in unveiling what was under the surface of this strict, stiff man out of pure curiosity.

      Gepard Landau acted, moved and talked like a dutybound machine- and, to Sampo, that seemed so silly! how could someone live for something so strict, so terribly boring? one man can't simply have duty as a life-long occupation and never once stutter in his path- yearn for something else that isn't the ungrateful, fruitless trap their job traps them into.

      it was fun, to discover Gepard. Sampo earned for the thrill of seeing web-like cracks spreading under his form- testing the ice to see if it'll swallow him, if the water under it is as dark and gelid as he imagined.

      he has his answer when the third option to end their chase manifests in them detaching from civility and finding shelter in the dark backalleys to have a few moments for themselves. it's then that their lips meet over and over again, the thrill of being discovered crackling on their skin like electricity.

      “ oh? so soon? ” Sampo asks, but the incandescent flush over his face doesn't die down, his arms firmly refuse to leave their hold from around Gepard's neck. he knows that the captain has to return to his usual post... but, physically, he's a little more than reluctant to just let go.

      ( it's very silly to feel that little flutter in his chest whenever Gepard dips to kiss him again, unable to leave as if under a spell. the smug smile he has turns dopey and a little lopsided. )

      Gepard really should go. every second they spend here is a second they could be found out, with extreme consequences- see, the hard part is that it's terribly hard to simply stop. Gepard communicates a thing with his voice, but his body betrays him, still holding Sampo against him with an hint of desperation.

      he must really be conflicted, is he... hmm.

      lips curl into a mischievous, charming grin: the impish impulse is too strong to resist. not to tease would be a sin. seeing the poor man this flustered and struggling to go back to his duties is an irresistible opportunity to be just a little on the evil side.

      a curious finger twirls the hair at the base of Gepard's neck, followed by an hum reverberating between their joined chests. by standing on his tiptoes just a little ( and this is such a great discovery for... reasons, ) Sampo reaches up and places another butterfly kiss on Gepard's mouth, parting before it can become something more. it's a tease and a gracing touch, how Sampo brings the other even closer, if possible- how he's ghosting little kisses along his cheek, each one bringing him a little short of the objective.

      if he didn't knew that poor captain enjoyed these teases, he'd feel almost cruel. instead, he's just being a little tempting devil.

      “ gep, ” he breathes, lips pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his lips. “ not that i want to stop either, but... ”

      there's a little mischievous curl of his lips when he draws back, almost too innocently batting his lashes at the blond. “ didn't you said you really had to go...? ”

      ( he's sure Gepard will get back at him for making things a little harder for him. he can take it! in fact, he looks forward to it. almost sadistically so. )

[ccaptain]

@dupliciti: caging your ??? against a wall with your arms to kiss them . <3 ( meme source. )

   Kaeya has the vague suspicion that him being pinned down like this is a tradition between them, at this point.

   the Enigma doesn't startle when there's familiarity- corners of lips upturn as he moves to meet the mercenary's mouth where it matters, in a gesture they have repeated so many times it has become a habit. like cold hands cupping his face to cradle Sampo closer, closer.

   there's a novelty to it: as instructed the first time it happened, Kaeya parts his lips to receive the other man's tongue, lashes fluttering closed to enjoy the sensation is brings- fingers loosely curl over the warm skin of his jawline as warmth envelopes his face.

   there's that noise on the back of his throat again that Sampo draws out of him effortlessly- a sound he's a bit embarrassed about, having no control or hold over it. it's an independent thing in his throat, something that belongs to the one kissing him- that's the only conclusion he can reach. yes, this must be Sampo's doing and the product of it.

   but the matter that distracts him from the fluster is another: slowly, the conman seems to be losing the restraints that he himself put in place, where it comes to Kaeya. it seems to be an inner battle, from the way he's holding himself up against the wall, hands firmly away from a tightening squeeze over waist.

   but Kaeya likes the hold- it makes him feel safe, secure. it's a bit difficult to tell that to the conman while they're liplocking, though.

   he breaks the contact of lips and tongue with a flick of his, getting rid of a stray string of saliva that stretched out between them- an action so casual, one would think this is their normalcy. 

   dipping into affections, wet lips place an equally wet kiss on the side of Sampo's mouth. cold thumbs caress over cheekbones, and mouth follows line of the jaw, slow and tender. from an outside prespective, one would say that Kaeya is acting like the slippery conman belongs to him, is his to give contact and tenderness to.

   ' you're still holding back a little, ' the cobalt-haired Enigma steals the hand mercenary was holding so close to his chest and reveals it in one fell swoop, pulling back from kisses to look at the other man. ' you know I can handle you, right? '

   there's a gentle pressure of a fingertip over Sampo's nose, almost reprimanding in manner before soft lips replace it. 

 ' I'm not a cookie- I won't crumble if you hold me a little tighter, silly. '

   a pause, where he looks bewildered for a moment. 

   ' I mean, you can't also dip me in milk- that'd be even sillier. and messy. we wouldn't be able to find a glass that big to hold me, either. but, anyway... '

  pale diamond affixes in emerald before the former lowers, lost in thoughts. perhaps it's not correct to say that. perhaps... hmm. perhaps actions speak louder than words.

   there's a sharper curl of his mouth now, mischievous, fingers coaxing him back until their lips are barely brushing and their breaths mingling further- yet, not a liplock. he's testing, prodding to see where the message can be received without the need for words, and just a gentle nuzzle of nose tip against nose tip.

   ' I was saying- I think I can take you. maybe I'm wrong, but- what do you think? '

[forbelobog]

hnn. soft. his father has called him that before but this time there is a considerably less amount of spite when it's spoken. he knows sampo is just teasing, whereas his father often considered his penchant for caring a little too much weakness. one that needed to be bled out, like an infected wound. he wonders if april would just laugh at him, punch him in the arm, and call him a big softie like serval did. 

little is said as sampo kneels, pulling out shot glasses no doubt to drink, noting the amount. four of them. for the mercenary, and his fallen. while gepard didn't partake much, if at all (he was a cheap date, serval liked to say), he understands well enough the appeal. often times, on cold nights out on patrol, he'd turn the other cheek if his men were found sharing a canteen around a campfire. what little pleasures one could get out in such a world, the captain understands.

he lets sampo go on to speak, genuinely curious to learn more. it wasn't often they spoke like this, and gepard now feels a personal obligation to be yet another person still breathing that remembered what happened here. it only seemed fair, after corrupt powers that be tried to wipe it from existence. april liked jams. spleen, another of his clan no doubt, though gepard can't help but wonder about the name. spleen had an eye for shine, it reminds his vaguely of serval's love of mechanics and metals. and, oh...they were related. 

and guenther. the last. a fool in love, apparently. 

"jams it is, then," he agrees with a nod after a moment, feeling a gust of wind pass between them, "lynx likes to experiment, maybe she'll have a recipe i can try," he waits, almost like he's not going to say anything else. and he wasn't going to, at first, not sure what else he could add without popping their little bubble of civility. eventually, though, he adds;

"...i used to collect bottle caps, as a child. i would glue paperclips to them, draw on them, give them as "medals" to my sisters to wear. i feel as though...spleen and i shared that love of trinkets. perhaps i have an old one somewhere still, maybe he'd like it."

He notes how the Captain avoids staring at him. It's a welcoming gesture, all things considered. Despite the fact he allowed him to see that side of him, Sampo still didn't feel comfortable being that open. Not with Gepard at least. They had fun, they had jokes. But anything more than that felt too intimate for the Fool's liking. 

The open nakedness of it all should be left behind. For the time being.

“Well, I'm sure she would appreciate the efforts regardless. Though she would probably tease you for being soft.” As he says all this, the thief reaches for his back. Behind him was a small bag, barely large enough to care one object. Though it held more. He pulls the bag forward so he could kneel at the small monument. Four shot glasses are produced.

Each of them are placed along side each other. “Well you know how girls are, the shinier the object the better. But between you and me,” Sampo looked up at him. A small smile is given to the Captain. Only he would know this secret. “She actually enjoys jams. Any kind. The sweeter the better.”

Then his gaze returns back to the shot glasses. “Spleen liked shiny things. Even if they were worthless he liked collecting them. I think that's why April liked them too. People used to think he was a fool for collecting them. It's hard to pick on someone when your sister is looming over ready to kick your ass.”

A bottle was produced from the bag. Popping it open the smell of alcohol came out. It wasn't anything special. At least from a passing glance. To Gepard it might just be normal beer. But for Sampo and the three children that laid asleep? It meant something so much more. “Guenther…” 

He's quieter now, pouring a shot for each of them. “He loved April. So just bring more jam next time you visit.”

[dizzybizz]

hey there i'd like to request one (1) sampo eating a burger jerma style thank you so much

anon, from the bottom of my heart, tysm for this request. i hope you enjoy this cursed image you have inspired.

1 sampo eating a whopper coming right up!!