lil geppie would never ever ever ever EVER do [yandere shit that he has done and will do again]! how could you say that D: | this user is in their 20s!
i’ll keep it short! i use he/him and she/her pronouns, and if i post something that’s not content related i’m lowkey thinking of making the tag “uwu speaks”. idk. i think it would be funny.
all the pieces are gender neutral, unless specified otherwise. if a piece mentions pregnancy and you have a male body type, just chalk it up to mpreg. as one of my tags says: by the will of gepard, you WILL get pregnant.
and his talent is called unyielding will, so…
requests are open!
there’s not a ton of yandere gepard content out there, so if you make a request- or even just send in some thoughts, chances are i’ll try and make a drabble/post based on it.
here’s some things to keep in mind when making a request:
i will not write smut, because i can’t lol. once i improve, this whole bullet point will get deleted :D
you are free to request ANYTHING aside from under-age content. yan!gepard is insane but i don't think he'd stoop that far, and i'm also not comfortable writing it. aside from that though, pretty much everything is on the table!
all my posts are gender neutral by default, but you are absolutely free to ask for gendered readers.
i will not post yandere!gepard in various character x character ships, even if it’s a request. this blog is specifically yandere!gepard x reader content only.
you can find all the requests in the request section, so if you missed your request being answered, chances are it’ll be linked there. they’re listed in order of the date they were published.
writing smut
i’m not writing smut at the moment, because i can’t LOL :’) however, you will see posts with dubcon tagged.
when this changes, i’ll make a post about it and rewrite this section.
with that all said and done, i hope you enjoy your time on this blog! masterlist is below the cut!
masterlist
INCORRECTS
one | two | three | four
DRABBLES
escape
kisses
golden retriever
developing relationship
gentle
(cw: dubcon) certainly not sober
kisses <3
LONGER PIECES
serval
phase 2
how fast can a silvermane guard run?
the carrot and the stick
REQUESTS
the lockdown | the lockdown part 2
emanators
spanking (sfw)
cooking/baking s/o
(tw: sexual assault) whether gepard would sa his darling
genius
clingy hcs
SMUT
nothing yet!
OTHER BITS AND PIECES
quiz
quiz outcomes
texting; overconfident
REBLOGS (NOT MY CONTENT)
snow warning by r0-boat (tw: nsfw, breeding & noncon, afab)
how could you not be? you’re wrapped up tightly, an arm pulling you up against a man’s chest- a man that feels like a furnace, by the way- his head in the crook of your neck. you’re hot, and his breath on your skin is just making things worse.
you wish you were not here.
your “boyfriend” (he insists on being called that) has learnt his lesson- you once had the bright idea to wriggle out of bed and escape that way. that was how you learnt he was a light sleeper. now you’re stuck here like this.
you wish you could drug him with something.
“pretty…” this is new. you’ve never known gepard landau to be a sleep talker. you decide to keep listening (not like there’s much else to do), and he snuggles closer to you. fuck, you didn’t even know that possible.
“i’d do anything… don’t need to ask… whatever… you need… so beautiful… i love you, darling…”
you jolt when you realise that he’s talking about you. you’re even in his dreams- that’s how obsessed he is. for a moment, you find yourself exasperated.
they tell him that he’s insane, but they do it while they’re clapping their hands on his back and laughing. they tell him he’s crazy, out of his mind, all while over a drink or two or ten.
“what the hell, man. go and do it then. tell us what he’s got in his house.”
the whole reason this conversation happens is because he’s low on cash. he doesn’t want to scam people like sampo, but he’s also not chock full of cash, either. in short: scott is a petty thief. and thanks to some egging on from his friends (although he got the initial idea himself), he’s now about to steal something from gepard landau’s house.
it doesn’t have to be something treasured. just something that looks valuable- something that he can sell off to anyone, anybody. maybe he can get the great scammer himself to take notice of it. then he can feed himself for another day, pay the rent.
he waits until gepard leaves the house, and then he scouts the perimeter. it’s a large house, having inherited it from his parents. he tries not to think about how he’s behind on his rent payments and instead focus on how he’s going to get in. even though everything is closed, he’s kind of the king of lock picking.
and then scott spots it. a back door, hidden from view. oh, it’s perfect- and understandingly locked. (this obviously does not matter to him; he’s inside within a matter of seconds.)
the house is eerily silent. there are dishes in the kitchen, like he’s cooking for two instead of one. the laundry has the twice the amount of clothes in there, and some of it certainly doesn’t look like things he’d wear. he holds up a shirt. too small.
he creeps around the house quickly and quietly, not willing to spend any more time in here than he has to. there’s nothing on the first floor, and nothing particularly exciting on the second either. it appears that stealing is going to be harder than he originally thought.
well, there’s always the silverware.
he creeps back downstairs and stumbles across a door he missed, covered by coats and other knickknacks. why is it so hidden…? could he maybe keep his most valuable possessions in here?
he opens the door and is met with stairs. okay. creepy. the light appears to already be on downstairs, which is a good way to burn money and power. maybe he actually should get a job…? no, then his girlfriend’s schedule wouldn’t meet up with his. as long as he gets the money, who cares?
the stairs creak, and he winces. then scott reaches the bottom, and sees exactly what gepard has been keeping in his basement. horror fills his stomach as his eyes meet yours, cuffed and gagged. what the fuck?
he quickly rushes over to you, pulling off your gag and getting to work on your cuffs. he realises, nausea swirling in his stomach, that you’ve been missing for months. and while it’s true that the landaus have been looking for you, you were friends with lynx and serval. gepard, it would seem, has disguised himself as a concerned citizen rather than a guilty man.
“thank you,” your eyes begin to well up with tears.
“come on. i’ll get you out of here.” he’s still reeling. he never could’ve foreseen that their noble captain of the guard would secretly be a kidnapper. you seem weak, but it’s not really his place to ask, and you don’t seem to be very forthcoming with information.
then you freeze up, and your eyes move towards the door.
“he’s here,” you whisper. you sound absolutely terrified. “the man of the house is home.”
what does that- oh. oh.
he moves fast, that gepard. perhaps it’s the fact that he couldn’t hear where he was, footsteps silent as a mouse’s, or maybe it was because he’d made a beeline for this room in particular, desperate to see you. either way, he comes down the stairs and lays eyes on him.
scott lets go of you. he makes a mental note to come back, but gepard barks out a laugh instead.
“don’t you think it’s a bit late for that?”
“captain gepard, i- i believe you are a good man-” he takes one step back. what he can now only describe as a monster takes one step forward. his heart jumps into his throat.
“i know that. they know that. what are you trying to say?”
his back hits a concrete wall and his eyes widen in terror. gepard does not stop.
“i just- i, um- i mean, i saw them, and-”
“and what? spit it out. you thought you could protect them better than i could? which one of us is a silvermane guard again?” he bites out each word, thinly veiled anger behind it. his right hand- the one with the metal gauntlet on it- grabs his arm and pulls him away from the wall roughly. he yelps in pain.
“i’m sorry, darling.” he turns his attention to you, your gaze shifting between each man. “i have to deal with this arrogant thing- but i’ll be back soon! i love you.”
you lie on the ground, panting and sore. your throat burns. snow has soaked your clothes, and your muscles are beginning to protest. more than anything, though, you're tired. the adrenaline has worn off. you're tired and sore and stuck.
gepard towers over you, but his eyes aren't necessarily unkind. to a bystander, you're sure his eyes would inspire warmth, even safety. he looks at you with sympathy, with pity. all it brings forth is fear.
"see?" his voice is gentle, but the words sting. "you're not stronger than me. you'll never be stronger than me. your naivety will get you killed- but don't worry. i'll protect you."
hate bubbles inside of you. if looks could kill, this man would be long dead, but he'd be especially dead at the moment. you'd scream about how you DON'T NEED HIS HELP OR PROTECTION, but there's no point. there's nobody around, and your protests would go in one ear and out the other.
you're freezing. belobog native you may be, but you're not used to fighting in the cold. the temperature certainly isn't helping your current state, and you're far too tired to ignite your weapon with fire once again.
"go fuck yourself," you manage out. gepard only smiles. aeons above, you detest this man. something should come out of nowhere and kill you, because qlipoth knows you don't have the guts to do it yourself.
"oh, darling." he kneels down to pick you up, one hand under your knees and the other supporting your back. you notice that he adjusts his right arm so that you don't have a cold metal gauntlet sticking into your skin. you'd kind of prefer that. maybe it would kill you, somehow. then you could live life as a ghost and watch him break down over the fact that he'd killed the love of his life instead of any other imagined threats. that would be interesting. "let me take care of you."
you don't need to be "taken care of". you can fight just fine on your own. you try to grab your weapon, which now lies impossibly out of reach, still on the ground. he chastises you: you don't need that anymore with me here.
there's a taste of bitterness on your tongue. maybe he might be right after all? you'd never admit it to his face, but the reality is right there in front of you: you trained for years on different planets and come back for revenge, just to fail at the first hurdle. now you're right back where you started. maybe you are naive. if you'd gone up across any other foe, would you also have lost? would you be in a much worse state than this?
is there a possibility that you genuinely are pathetically weak?
as you mull over this, you look up at gepard, who meets your eyes and smiles warmly. it brings you no such feeling.
"you'll be safe with me. promise." you don't say it, opting instead to close your eyes and block out the world around you, but you certainly think it.
You can just ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable but do you think Yandere!Gepard would ever sexually assault his lover? I read your The Carrot and The Stick fic and was thinking about it, what would his lover be like during the assault and afterward? Would Gepard regret it and feel ashamed? Or would he think of it as necessary and be unbothered? Many thoughts x_x
tw: nsfw, discussions about sexual assault
i'm not (currently) up to writing a piece about this, but it's a good question nonetheless! as for my answer: yes, he would.
if you're talking about the use of an aphrodisiac, he would absolutely stoop that low, especially if it solved some problems of his. for example, i read one of the rare (T_T) yandere!gepard posts on here which said he'd babytrap out of desperation. in a situation like that, i think he'd see it as a necessary action- although his darling's reaction might make him feel rather guilty about it.
as for a situation where you're both sober, i think it would depend entirely on the relationship that's developed between you. if you've spent the majority of it trying to get away from him, if nothing he does works, then maybe the solution is instead showing you how good he can make you feel...? only for you to obviously not feel good afterwards.
i suppose, to conclude: as an upholder of justice and the law, gepard recognises that sexual assault is bad, but these rules always seem to get warped a bit when it comes to you. as a compromise (although he really shouldn't be "compromising" at all), he'd only do it if he deemed it a necessary action to keep the two of you together...
...only to be absolutely distraught as it does the opposite.
honestly, i think how the darling would react during the assault depends on their personality; i don't think anything would be "too far" for someone whose response is fight in a fight or flight situation. from biting to pushing to kicking, they'd do anything to get gepard off them. even if it's only once and he tries again in a week, as long as they can get him to decide that it's not worth the trouble this one time, then it's a win in their book.
after all, He is stronger, no matter the situation.
for someone whose response is flight, i think they'd resort to words, even though they know it's useless. attempts to persuade gepard would go in one ear and out the other, but the darling would try nonetheless. at some point, they'd just disassociate the best they can, and hide in some corner of their mind, trying to take their minds off of what's happening to them, and praying it'll be over soon.
wow my tumblr got big all of a sudden lol. anyway, remember this ask??
i think as time has gone on and i've written more and more atrocious things, on this blog and on ao3 (not yandere gepard related) and in my notes app (sometimes yandere gepard related), my answer to this question has definitely changed.
he'd still babytrap out of desperation, though. imagine not being able to keep your darling in your house. kinda cringe, man.
just like with the last ask- tw: sexual assault
gepard landau is the captain of the silvermane guards, which means he has to make decisions all the time, even if some of them are tough. when the crew were trying to get through to cocolia, he had memorised the whole damn handbook to give them a loophole, because he's a loser because he uses whatever resources he has at his disposal.
he's quite the rule stickler for everyone else, but you should feel lucky; the rules bend quite a bit when it comes to you- for better or worse (generally it's worse). gepard makes decisions all the time at work, so he doesn't mind making decisions at home too. in fact, he's fairly good at it by now, leading the people who look to him for guidance.
you're not so great at the "looking to him for guidance" bit. he's sure that'll change eventually. you just have to realise that he's looking out for you, and he'll help you, no matter how long it takes. he's patient with everyone except for serval, whom he has slightly less patience for.
when it comes to sexual assault, you just have to remember one crucial key detail: it's never his fault.
blame his father, who is pushing him to find a partner. he doesn't want to be with anyone else, but he still has to raise the next captain of the guard. you want belobog to survive the next age too, don't you? of course you do. he's not going to be around forever. let's get to making one then, yes?
blame the criminals around belobog. the only thing they respect is a bigger man laying claim to what they want. he's looking after you. you don't want to end up trapped with someone like sampo!
but most of all, you should blame yourself. how would you know if you don't like kissing him if you don't give it a try? if you keep finding new ways to escape his house, how is he supposed to keep you there? and by the way, he does a lot for you. you should want to show him just how much you appreciate it.
what, are you going to tell someone? who would possibly believe you? he spends so much time working, where would he possibly get the energy to assault discipline you? you always end up enjoying him by the end anyway.
cw: kidnapping, unwanted kissing (sexual assault), sexual assault that’s “hidden” but it’s hidden poorly, bodily fluids (saliva). no smut but i wouldn’t describe it as “sfw” either lol, you choke atsp and it’s partly your fault but also not
your back is pressed up tightly against his chest. tears stream down your face. it’s a heartbreaking sight, really. his heart aches for you. but it’ll be okay. he promises.
you weren’t stupid. as soon as you were pulled off the street, you began to scream. or, well, you certainly gave it your best shot. that’s respectable. he admires your quick reflexes. unfortunately, he’s quicker. well- it’s fortunate for him. he supposes it depends on how how you look at it.
initially, gepard had wrapped one of his arms around you, pulling you close, pulling you tight, up against him. you struggle even now, but you’re not getting very far. it’s a bit silly really, how you don’t recognise the futility of it, how you don’t recognise how weak you are, even with it staring you in the face. once you’d started to scream, he’d covered your mouth with his free hand. it was an easy feat. his hands are big enough to manage something as easy as that.
the problem was that your lungs are bigger than expected. he’s not afraid to admit that his heart rate had spiked when he realised that you could be still heard. not at full volume of course, but it’s loud enough for him to risk getting caught- and he doubts that whoever does the catching would understand his reasoning.
so he resorts to a hastily concocted plan- sticking his hand into your mouth. or what he can fit, anyway.
gepard can’t help but be pleasantly surprised as you drop your jaw even further to accommodate him. he supposes it’s the logical decision for you- he’s well aware of how his hand fills your mouth. is he making it hard for you to breathe? he can’t even really spread his fingers. he wonders how it must feel for you- after all, he’s still wearing his gloves.
curiosity overtakes him for a moment as he thinks about it. the size of his hands and the thick, white material on your tongue. you seem to be taking it well enough. it fascinates him a little- but then he remembers his duty as a husband protector, and tries his best to comfort you.
“it’ll be okay,” he murmurs. “i promise, darling. i’ll look after you.” he presses his lips to your cheek, an effort to dry your tears. he’d normally brush them away, but the sad reality is that both hands are occupied at the moment. it appears only to make things worse; you jolt your head back and his hand follow suite, which is a fine arrangement initially- until he feels your throat constrict and your tongue flex underneath his fingers.
ah. he’s too far in.
but when he goes to pull back, you bite down on his hand. hard. it’s not particularly painful, because aeons above, you’re far too weak to be any kind of threat to him, but it locks his hand in place. did you secretly want to gag on his fingers? choke on his gloves? saliva begins to seep into the material. where else could his hands be wet like this…? what else might you be able to fit in your mouth…?
uh oh. he’s beginning to experience immoral thoughts.
you release him, perhaps in the hope that he’s had enough of this, but instead he only retreats his hand a little. you’ve stopped trying to scream now, but he can’t take the risk- oh.
against all odds, you manage to make a sound. it’s small and pathetic, and it risks sending his mind into a spiral. it’s a whimper.
gepard kisses the top of your head.
“come on. i’ll take you home.” he means his home, of course. anyone could break into yours, and he knows that because he’s tried and succeeded.
and with that, you slump in his arms. don’t worry, he’ll look after you well.
Don’t mind me if I piggyback off the previous anon and kindly beg of you to describe to us the mpreg route. . . pretty please? With a cherry on top?🧎➡️🤲
And also, you said “people mean the complete opposite of well and insult you for wanting your space. why get married if you don’t want to live with him?! there are many other people who’d be happy to take your place!”
Well! Watch my honest reaction be like: “mister/ma’am, feel free to chase your dreams and get him, I won’t interfere if anything I’m filing for divorce by going straight to Bronya Rand the Supreme Guardian of Belobog and telling on Gepard’s ass for forging the documents because what do you mean people aren’t free to leave the marriage even if the documents weren’t fake??? And Bronya, girl, could you open the archives and check the signatures? Well would you look at that they’ve been forged-“
TLDR: unless Gepard can convince Bronya we’re delulu his ass is getting deep-fried t h o r o u g h l y🧚♀️✨
I do gotta say that Serval is vile for sabotaging us like that though like um…
omg i thought i'd lost this ask. thank god that this was not the case T_T anyway i'm going to address the second half of the ask first and then the mpreg bit will be under the cut >:)
serval is just looking out for her baby brother! do you know how LONG it's taken for him to fall for someone?? and he fell head over heels for you!! this may never happen again! she can't handle a sad looking geppie forever just because you didn't want to move in with him- just suck it up and do it >:(
in my country, if one person wants a divorce and the other doesn't (obviously gepard would be incredibly against not being married to you), then you have to go to court and Discuss Why You Should Divorce in front of a judge (alongside some other requirements; it's a pretty in-depth process!), and then even if the judge is convinced, you still have to wait a month to be Legally Divorced.
if he practised forging properly, i would imagine that your signature and "your" signature would be pretty much indistinguishable. after all, it's his future with you on the line! how he signs his name and how you sign your name are so different! you'll have to forgive bronya's flaws; something is certainly fishy in this situation, but she thinks you're the problem and not him.
gepard has been an incredible man before this incident. he has an impressively strong legacy. he was willing to bend the rules for the trailblazers by finding a loophole in the rules! that's how much of an honourable man he is! hey gepard, are you sure this is the man you want to marry?
and as promised, the mpreg stuff: (without smut because i'm trash at writing that for the moment)
content warnings: mentions sexual assault, mpreg (of course), inferences of being drugged(?)
word count: 900ish
everyone in belobog knows of the landau family. they know the names of the latest generation and how they're melding the world around them in their own way, they know that for generations, the silvermane captain has come from the landaus. it's an impressive legacy.
it's one of those facts that's common knowledge, but you don't really think about it until it comes to the forefront of your mind, for whatever reason. the thing about legacy, you realise now, is that you need to have children to carry it on.
it's not a coincidence that last generation's silvermane captain was the one to have children, and have those children carry on the line. if gepard's behaviour is anything to go by though, it seems that the legacy will die off with him. or rather, you.
men's hormones mean that it's impossible for them to bear children, and gepard is (unfortunately) clearly not interested in anyone else. you'd offer apologies to the landau family, but they created a monster like this, so you're less than inclined to.
(or maybe this is a case of nature versus nurture...? after all, none of his siblings are like this.)
gepard comes home one day with a slight frown on his face. he's thinking about something important, and you really wish that he'd do it away from you. it makes you uneasy when he thinks. you decide to pull out a chair for him, and dish up his dinner. (you'd prefer for gepard to starve, personally. but if you don't cook, then he will, and you don't trust him to not slip something into your food.)
"are you okay?" you ask, innocently enough. he should go back to work. he should eat his dinner and then fuck off.
he sighs. "i talked to my father today." uh oh. you've gotten the feeling that his relationship with his father is not great. "he seems to have different ideas for who i get into a relationship with."
you have no idea what this means. what, is his father homophobic or something? does he even actually know about gepard's relationship status, which is "keeping a boy in his house, don't worry about if it's consensual or not"? you really hope you don't get caught up in more landau family drama- unless it sets you free, in which case, heap upon the drama, you know?
"i disagree with a lot of the things he says, but..." gepard's voice brings you back to reality. he gains a strange look in his eyes. you don't know what kind of emotion is behind them, but you know that you feel a little like a mouse when he glances up at you, and you know that you don't like it. "i think he was probably right about this."
he doesn't elaborate. in fact, he eats the rest of his dinner in silence, putting you on edge. it's not until he's doing the dishes that he speaks again- and a shiver runs down your spine in response.
"i'll take over the cooking for a bit."
you protest. of course you protest. the house is gepard's, the clothes are gepard's, your freedom is up to gepard, gepard is a threat that looms over you in a way that you never would've thought was possible before. gepard is a threat that wants you to see him as cute and adorable, but that's just not possible, and cooking is your one defense mechanism against that. if he cooked, what kind of things might he be able to do to you...?
your arguments don't work with him- and eventually, his tone changes, and there's an undercurrent to his words that makes you feel like the consequences of going any further will be quite severe. so you relent. and once again, gepard gets his way.
about a week later, you're attacked by a pulsing, dull pain. it's relentless and strong and doesn't go away, no matter how many painkillers you take. your boyfriend comes home to see you in your pathetic state, and quickly takes action.
"are you cramping up?" gepard asks gently. you don't address the fact that you saw him perk up at your pain. cramps...? is that what they're called? you feel like you've heard the word used before, but you can't quite place where.
and then a couple of days later, he makes a move.
it's clear that he has a goal in mind based on how his eyes look when he shifts his body, your legs in the air as he pushes you into a mating press. rather than lustful- they're sharp. focused. you'd told him no multiple times, but he clearly wasn't focused on that aspect- in fact, it had obviously gone in one ear and out the other.
but after that, everything goes back to normal. well, aside from him "checking in on you" much more often. what, does he think you're going to escape? what could you have possibly done to make him suspect that? he finishes too early at the moment anyway- any escape attempts would be futile.
fast forward another two weeks, and you're handed a stick. gepard asks you to pee on it- well sick of him by now, you blindly agree. and at first, you don't pay too much attention to what the stick actually is- until you finish peeing and observe it a little closer.
your stomach drops as you suddenly realise what you're looking at.
Since you mentioned M-preg, all I can think about is Male Darling being like "Silly Gepard, you cant get a male pregnant!"
Only to then end up VERY confused once he's holding a positive pregnancy test a couple days later, wandering how the fuck did he even do that.
the concept is so funny tbh LOL but i (and gepard) believe in equality so it would be sad if anyone was robbed of the chance to be baby trapped by him :(
m!reader asks his mother what the fuck is going on cause he’s read books and asked doctors so maybe she might have some answers?? (she’s his last resort)
and she jokes “oh haha that sounds just like when i was pregnant with you!” and he’s like HUH.
another anon has also asked about mpreg, so i’ll be writing out about this again soon ^.^
hiii!! so i had this question for a while now: how would yan!geppie work with a male!darling? like, he can’t baby trap him…the darling probablyyy can stand his own ground so geppie cant exactly delude himself either…unless the darling is frail or smth so like….yeah…….. would love to hear your thoughts!!
hi!! generally i work on the assumption that even if you are male he manages to babytrap you anyway LOL mpreg. (his talent is unyielding will after all so if he has enough determination who or what can stop him? and it is a fantasy game after all, so-)
but,
on the assumption that he can’t…
lowkey i really don’t think it matters how strong you are, because objectively he’s just incredible physically. he’s very strong from fighting on the front line for so many years and he has no business being that agile.
he’s wearing armour for god’s sake. why is he able to outrun some of the characters. that’s also not counting how ridiculous it is for him to be able to swing that instrument case so easily?!
and of course, because it makes the most sense really, gepard is going to kidnap you at night. he’ll manage to get the jump on you, because generally that’s how kidnappings work. you never stood a chance.
depending on how much you manage to fight back, though, he might feel a bit of pride. his darling is so strong! not strong enough though, so it’s cute too! a shame nobody’s here to see how impressive you are, but he is. and really, he’s the only person that matters.
he should be the only person that matters to you anyway!
now because your request specified no mpreg (lol), there’s one more way he’d manage to trap you into being with him, and great news- it also involves breaking the law!
he has a lot of authority. not as much as bronya (thank god to be honest), but if he wants to go rifling through old documents searching for a signature or two, nobody’s going to suspect much, especially if he comes up with an excuse. he might take one or two of these papers with signatures to his desk and trace them secretly.
but don’t be worried, he always returns them!
not the traces, of course, but really, what could he do with those?
he takes them home and a suspicious set of papers that he doesn’t show you, determined to keep this particular secret to himself. and he practices and practices writing out this new signature until he can do it smoothly in one go and hands in those lovely papers to bronya.
congratulations, MC landau!
even if you manage to make it out of his clutches through some sheer miracle, gepard plays the citizens of belobog like a fiddle. you’re gepard’s husband! why aren’t you living with him? what, are you afraid or something? gepard’s a hero, not a villain!
in a gentle voice, he says: i don’t want to push them into living with me. not until they’re ready.
you might believe it if he hadn’t kidnapped you to begin with.
some people mean well and try to convince you that moving in with gepard is a good idea. some people mean the complete opposite of well and insult you for wanting your space. why get married if you don’t want to live with him?! there are many other people who’d be happy to take your place!
at the moment, those people are a means to an end, but once he has you back in his arms…
social pressure and those damned marriage papers begin to turn into silent discrimination and dirty looks. the landau siblings are generally quite nice, but have well and truly turned their back on you. living is more expensive and serval refuses to fix your heater when it breaks.
oh, but he always looks at you so kindly and warmly.
your house is freezing. your stomach growls. you’ve been ill and injured and taken forever to heal; you’re on the brink of losing your job, you know. your boss is looking hard for an excuse to fire you. too many things are breaking in your house and it’s impossible to have them repaired.
you see him in the centre of town one day, back from the front line. people begin to whisper as you approach.
he looks at you with sickly love in his eyes, and what might be a genuine smile on his face. you’re scared to decipher it. you’re too scared to even look at him properly as you hug him. you can’t look at the crowds. can’t look at him. you close your eyes and are met with his voice.
his hot breath up against your ear, the words appearing in your mind and his arms tightening around your body:
life must be quite tough for this person offline lol.
next they'll say caelus is gay despite the fact that he has NO goddamn chemistry with anyone T_T the only person he might have it with is phainon. which is a bit like wiselighter actually (zzz) so that one gets a pass
anyway content is coming soon, etc, etc, i'm writing up an answer to a request and i'm writing up a couple of other pieces which should all be published within the next 36 hours or so
but this is just your reminder to ship whatever the fuck you want!! op is probably like 14 and may very well hate ao3 too
I once wrote a 1500 word essay on something I'd forgotten to read in the 40 minutes before class. Including the time it took to read the thing I'd forgotten to read.
I got an A on that paper.
Writing is a skill. Skill is muscle. If you don't use a muscle, it atrophies. If you are a student and you are tempted to use genAI to cheese an assignment, I am begging you for your own sake to not do it.
This is not a moral stance about genAI (which is shit at what it's ostensibly for, and full of lies and evil, and fueled by art theft and burning rainforests, and there is no good reason to ever use it for anything; that's the moral reason for why you shouldn't use it), it is a purely pragmatic stance based on the fact that if you use it you will never learn the single most essential skill that is used in every single workplace.
You will never learn to bullshit.
And if you cannot bullshit, you will not understand when you are being fed bullshit by others.
For your own sake you must learn to do your own thinking, your own bullshitting, because our trashfire society runs on bullshit and for your own good you must become fluent in it, because very few people will bother to translate it for you. It was asinine in the late 90s, and it is asinine today, but it is the central truth of adult society: everything is bullshit, and you need to know what is going on beneath the bullshit, and you need to be able to bullshit back if necessary.
I know that the expectations being placed on you are ever-increasing, and I know that it does not seem rational to put effort into explaining the plot of a Charles Dickens novel to someone who has read the thing 50 times and will read 50 identical essays about it over the weekend. I know you are being handed ever-greater heaps of what is functionally mindless busywork because of an institutional obsession with metrics that don't actually measure learning in a useful way. High school was nightmarish in the 90s and I am fully aware that it has only gotten worse.
Nevertheless, you must try, if only for your own sake. Curiosity is your best hope, and dogged determination your best weapon. Learn, please, if only out of spite.
I was able to get an A on that paper because I was able to skim the reading, figure out what it was about, and bullshit for 1500 words in the space of 40 minutes.
Imagine what you can do if you learn to bullshit like I can bullshit.
For my senior year of AP English, I was assigned reading over Easter break. We were instructed to read The Old Man And The Sea, and save the rest of the short stories in the book for the first week back.
Unfortunately, what I heard was "read everything BUT The Old Man And The Sea."
Double unfortunately: the first day back was a test, on The Old Man And The Sea. Which I had read exactly zero words of. It was, notably, a short essay test. It wasn't multiple choice or fill in the blank. It was designed to require deliberate answers from scratch, entirely out of your own head, with nothing to go on BUT what was in your head.
And in the course of about 45 minutes, I was able to use the questions of the test itself to piece together a vague enough sense of how the story went to bullshit my way through other questions. I gave wide, thematic answers that were extremely light on details, since I did not know any of them, and did not even know this test would be happening until it was in front of me. An essay test for an AP-level English class.
I had a starting point of zero information, and an essay test about the thing I was supposed to have read.
I bullshitted my way to a B+ on it.
On a test I should have gotten a ZERO on.
It's been 16 years since I took that test.
I couldn't tell you a damn thing about The Old Man And The Sea.
But you better fucking believe I still know how to bullshit, and when someone is trying to bullshit me.
The power and utility of knowing how bullshit works CANNOT be overstated. It is one of the most important skills you can ever have.
Just to make a point, every time I finished a panel of this I would export it as a PNG on the perceptual setting and use it as a color reference for the next panel
IT'S BAD
PLEASE CHECK YOUR COLOR SETTINGS
EDIT: If you're still having problems, it might help to switch from "Save/Save as" to "Export (as a) Single Layer". Just. Make SURE the box labeled "Expression Color" is set to RGB. I've been messing with this all day, and it looks like this combination of settings will allow exported PNGs to maintain their colors perfectly. To you. So far both Discord and Toyhouse still only display desaturated images and I cannot for the life of me figure out why
ive been noticing the EXACT SAME PROBLEM whenever i would export an image from procreate and it drove me CRAZY that my art would desaturate all the time. anyway, if you're in a canvas, go to settings > canvas > canvas information > color profile
once youre in color profile, if your current color profile is display P3, CHANGE IT!!!!!! it is desaturating your colors. you're gonna want to change it to sRGB IEC6 1966-2.1 instead
if you're starting a new canvas, you can just go to color profile and change it that way. im SO grateful for this post for giving me the push i needed to experiment with procreate files and finally see what was changing my art to be so desaturated
like LOOK at this!!!!
anyway yeah. tldr if youre using procreate, make sure your color profile is sRBG IEC6 1966-2.1
you are such a darling. you’re so sweet and kind and perfect and beautiful- how could anyone think to hurt you?
well, that’s the question, isn’t it?
gepard sits at his desk, his fingers tapping the wood. it’s not often he’s stuck in this room doing paperwork. generally that sort of stuff is left to the supreme guardian, to bronya. but this is a special case, because you’re special. special to the city, to the people, but most importantly-
-to him.
he grits his teeth. someone’s been spreading rumours about you and he’s going to find the person responsible for it. although you try to hide it, they’re definitely getting to you. the sparkle in your eyes isn’t quite sparkling anymore, and he can’t have that.
it doubles as an awful reminder that you don’t feel close enough to tell him this kind of stuff. is it because you don’t want to add to his workload? is that? after he catches the culprit, he’s going to have to think about how to make you understand that you can bother him with anything.
anything.
really.
the more he thinks about it, the angrier he gets. seriously, what have you done wrong? he bets it was a man. maybe a guard? someone that felt he was perhaps deserving of your attention and time and respect and was actually severely wrong?
maybe you know who’s behind this. you definitely won't tell him, though. no, he'll have to find out some other way. not through the guards- even if they do spill, when some tragedy inevitably befalls the culprit, they'll know exactly who was behind it. pela falls into this bracket too, for similar reasons. nobody with the last name landau, obviously, and he really can't afford to bother bronya with this, for multiple reasons.
an idea comes to him.
sampo.
nobody has a high opinion of him; even if he thought to spill the details of their exchange, nobody would take him seriously. he might even get two birds with one stone and jail him, too. he's caused the people of belobog enough trouble. he's probably caused you trouble too, at some point in his little rat life.
and as a criminal, he probably already knows who the lowlife that's spreading rumours about you is. if he doesn't he can find out faster and easier than he ever could. oh, and, and, he can lie to motivate the man. sampo, just like everyone else, subscribes to the notion that gepard landau is a morally steadfast man. and he is! the morals just get a little... bent, when it comes to you. you're special, so it makes sense that it would be this way.
the fact remains, though, that he’s never actually caught sampo. and he needs to catch him in order to talk to him. his leg begins to bounce and it’s quickly becoming clear that he has nothing to gain by sitting at this desk. no, he’s never caught the man before, but that was only with the motivation of duty. this time, it’ll be for your sake.
he follows qlipoth to preserve belobog. he follows qlipoth to preserve you, and all that that entails.
gepard sighs. he stands up, clenches and unclenches his fist in an unsuccessful attempt to shake some of the nervous energy, and leaves the building. it’s only then that he comes face to face with the man that he’d very recently decided was the solution to his biggest problem.
sampo sprints off, and gepard gives chase.
“go geppie, go!”
he hears a familiar voice call out through the courtyard, and it brings a smile to his face and determination to his mind. he puts on another burst of speed and sampo yelps, obviously struggling to keep up the pace. he won’t get away this time. not when the motivator is you.
once they’re out of sight of most people, he decides to end the man’s misery by grabbing him by the shoulder. the sudden stop kills his momentum and sampo falls to the ground, gasping for breath.
“how… you wear all that… armour… how are you… so fast…?”
the chase did nothing to stop his anxiety. nervous energy still courses around his body, and if he focuses on it long enough, he’ll see his hands begin to shake.
“i don’t want to hear your excuses,” he begins, steadily. he didn’t plan out what he was going to say. maybe he should’ve, lest he looks like a fool. “all you’re going to say is that you’re sorry, or that i have the wrong man, or-”
his sharp blue eyes do not miss sampo trying to ready himself to make a quick escape. silly boy. he’s so busy trying to be sneaky that he doesn’t realise his surroundings. gepard swiftly and silently moves his boot to the man’s hand.
sampo lets out of a howl of pain.
“what’s wrong?” the man asks, his honeyed tone suddenly quite lethal. “are we going somewhere that i don’t know about?” when his almost-hostage looks up at him, genuine fear in his eyes, his face is pale. yes. yes. this is the expression he wants to draw out of people who hurt you. this is what repentance looks like.
he cracks his knuckles, well aware of how that looks. “i think you can find me a man.”
“y-yeah…?”
“there’s someone spreading rumours about my… friend.” he scowls, the word tasting bitter on his tongue. “i think you can tell me who they are.”
“oh, you mean that guard that got rejected and then resorted to making up rumours about them? yeah, i know him.” it was a him. he knew it.
“name, please.”
“woah, hey! i don’t just give away information for free, y’know-” the premise is similar to a business transaction, so sampo could be forgiven for forgetting his position. nonetheless, gepard opts for the wordless reminder of pressing his boot into the snow (and his hand) harder. “OW! ow- okay, ow, fuck- okay, i’ll tell you the name! ow!”
oh, that was so easy. so simple. he releases the pressure immediately; once he the receives the name, a face immediately comes to mind, and he strides off, leaving sampo to cradle his hand with tears in his eyes. perhaps this will serve as a good lesson to leave you alone, anyway.
he finds the guard with his buddies in a bar. they look like they’re having a good time, although their chatter dies right down when he walks up to them. is there something on his face? is he unable to hide the glee that hides in his anticipation? gepard points to the culprit.
“you. come with me.”
he hears an almost silent whisper: “oooh, he found out…” but ignores it, and the guard’s now-pink face. the pair walk out together wordlessly.
it’s a beautiful night. quiet, too. have the stars always been this beautiful, or is it just because he’s in a good mood? eventually your eyes will begin to sparkle again, and he’ll be able to see this sight again and again whenever he looks at you.
"captain, where are we going?"
"out for a walk, that's all. do you have somewhere to be?"
"i, uh... no, sir. sorry."
the man’s nervous voice does little to sour the spring in his step. what does kill it is when he hears a new pair of voices conversing. two people whom he’s seen today. one fairly recently, in fact.
“why won’t you just tell me who did this to you?”
“oh darlin’, i’d really love to. but you wouldn’t believe me if i told you.”
gepard’s blood runs cold.
it’s you. and him.
“yeah? go on. try me.”
“okay. serval broke my hand.”
did she really? good for her. oh- oh, no. wait. sampo’s testing the waters to tell you about him. it appears that he put more pressure onto his hand than he thought. he didn’t really mean to break any bones.
but if he can get away with it, then what does it matter?
he turns towards the direction of the conversation, beginning to pick up speed, and the half-drunk man with him is forced to follow suite. the voices get louder and louder as he approaches.
“what? really?”
“see, you don’t believe me!”
“i- well, did she?!”
“no, but that’s not the point!”
your laughter echoes down the streets. normally the sound would make his day better. normally it would warm his heart, make him smile- but today it doesn’t. today his heart hardens because someone that is completely despicable is making you laugh instead.
“seriously, though, sampo. who did it? i need to know so i can give them a piece of my mind. unless they’re like, way bigger than me. then i’ll send geppie out instead- whoah!”
you trip over something just as his path intercepts yours. blessed with quick reflexes, he catches you with ease. he’d keep you in his arms forever too, getting drunk off of the feeling, but you wriggle out easily.
“geppie!” your eyes are solely on him. good. you should keep them there. “someone broke sampo’s hand and he won’t spill who it is! i need you to find out who it is and go beat them up!”
gepard doesn’t address the issue of how you’re apparently so comfortable talking to a rat like him. that can be covered on a different day. instead, he wordlessly raises his gaze to sampo and is greeted with lovely terrified green irises. he’s like a deer in the headlights.
“well? tell me who it is.”
you spin around and try to reassure the criminal that the name is safe with him. it's just so... good. the corners of his lips quirk up. he can't help it. even if it's his name that's said, and you almost even believe it, the evidence is stacked up against him. and to think he was so anxious just an hour ago; the very notion is ridiculous now.
sampo's eyes fall to the guard behind him. yes.
"it was the guy behind gepard." yesss.
"HUH?!"
"oh, i believe that," he hears you mutter, and that's enough for gepard. he spins around to face the guard, but the man has already taken off running. coward. thankfully, there's two witnesses to the act, so when he drags the man's corpse back, bloody and bruised and broken, he can blame it on the monsters that surround everwinter city.
it's so perfect.
"i'll get him eventually," gepard says, evenly. he watches sampo experience a full-body shudder at the use of eventually, now well aware that the honest and righteous gepard is a mask when it comes to one person in particular, and then his gaze moves to you.
it sits in the back of your head. the unspoken threat. the thing that will inevitably come to pass, and it will happen to you because it’s you that he loves.
gepard landau will need to continue his family’s great legacy.
it haunts your every moment with him. all of his tender kisses and gentle smiles and his perseverance that one day you may very well love him back- all those things are horrifying, yes…
…but they have nothing on the fact that one day, he will impregnate you.
he has two siblings. chances are he’ll want at least three. chances are he’ll get drunk off of seeing you pregnant and want more.
you want to escape. you need to.
…but what if your attempts just accelerate his decision?
