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[smallestapplin]

YOU!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BIRTHDAY TWIN MY LOVE!! 🥳🎉💖

I hope your day was filled with goodness and may your dreams be filled with absolute filth, like the hottest smut dreams you’ve ever dreamed of having! 😤

- Ya Girl, Ronnie 💖

Aaaaa happy birthday to you too! I hope your day as been well! 🥹🥹

Thank you for the well wishes, it's been a very calmly day.

I hope yours has been fun

[ghu-leh]

eat dust, mi amor 🐾🐾🐾

You FIRST

[copiathirst]

IM TUNING INTO THE LIVE NEWS AND TO WATCH THE MYSTERIOUS DEATH OF SIR IMPOSTER 🎉

Thank you so much QUEEN Rosie for your tags and support, they always warm my heart! 🥹💖

HEHEHEHEHEHE MWAH MWAH MWAH YOU ARE A DELIGHT AND I ALWAYS LOVE SEEING YOU ON MY DASH 💕💕💕

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

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💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌

*Scary voice over voice* Just when you thought it was safe to go on tumblr...

Getting all emotional and sappy feeling all this love ❤️

[jossambird]

I have so many goddamn ideas for short fics or blurbs about The Swedes and I am SO shy about posting them because Ive become very aware that my ‘audience’ has grown since I last went INSANE for them

[oranpo]

Unrequited Anguish Lose hanahaki inspired piece that came to be after I binged read @jossambird "Rooted In Your Love" . This piece does not follow any key moments from the fic, but Secondo's worry and anguish during this story (chef's kiss) I HAD to draw something for it. Please support Jossambird's beautiful works, i cannot recommend them enough😩! Especially if you are a Secondo stan And I hope to draw another fanart to make justice to your fic, it's one of my faves rn hfoshs

[jossambird]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Thank you so much to the lovely @starloft-loki and @batty-dreamer for tagging me, it warms my heart to know that you both saw this AMAZING piece of art and tagged me!! 😭💖

Local Hanahaki Lover and Ghestie Jossambird has reported for duty, with a gift to you OP @neonporcelain for your amazing art piece, featuring my most loved theme, Hanahaki!

It had been on a Sunday afternoon that Terzo had begun to feel something inside him creeping up his throat.

He was no stranger to the feeling that had begun a week ago, brushing it off as he continued his Afternoon sermon to all the Siblings of Sin and Ghouls in attendance. Briefly, he mused to him of having to go bother his fratello Primo again for herbs that would help him- his mind stopped, eyes zeroing in on your heavenly visage, smiling oh-so softy at him, listening to- listening-

Terzo ripped his eyes away from your gaze at the reminder that he hadn’t been speaking, almost too long of a pause, too awkward.

“Ha ha, perdonami, your Papa did not sleep very well. Too occupied was I in offering sinfully delicious sacrifices to our Lord.” The lie slipped off his tongue as easily as it always did, his fingers moving with practiced precision, as if rubbing against a woman’s gspot, laughing softly as the sound of others laughter joined his.

It was only once his eyes glided back to where you had been seated did Terzo stop grinning, gazing at the sight before him: you were no longer there, your seat at the pew now empty. You had left before his sermon ended, just like you always did.

The tingle within his esophagus continued to climb, a warning the Papa failed to understand, heart beating quickly.

-

The raven haired Papa was glad to be done his Sermon, hand shaking as he drank from the glass of water a Sibling had brought him. Many had begun to comment on how strained his voice appeared to have become over the past few days, as if he had caught a cold, perhaps even a throat virus of some kind.

His mind drifted back to the anomaly that was you, attempting to understand why was it that you always left before the end, as if fearing the ends of his sermons. Did you dislike the words he spoke? Did you perhaps find him to be uninteresting? Did you only come to hear if his empty words held meaning, and when finding none, you left?

A noise resembling the sound of a creaking door pulled the man from his thoughts, turning to see who had re-entered-

In that blink of a second, his mind imagined it to be you; would you standing like a fallen angel, timidly waiting at the door, as if awaiting for an invitation in? Would you smile like you always did when gazing at him, softly, kind, as if your heart warmed at the very sight of him?

His dream swiftly dissolved at the sight of Secondo’s form entering the Chapel, eyebrows furrowed as he entered.

“Terzo, what are you doing? You are pale, perhaps sitting down would be-“

A cough erupted from Papa Emeritus III’s throat, blood exiting from between his painted lips… and something else, something… soft… The man touched his lips, his glove now bloody but he cared not, dissimilar eyes focused on the bloody white petals.

Terzo payed no mind to his brother’s frantic words as he advanced towards him, mismatched eyes instead choosing to continue to stare at the petals he had coughed up, blood staining them oh so prettily, almost as pretty as-

Oh.

now he knows what is the unrequited love

[temerestercore]

What if the Swedes didn't die?

Inspired by this post that @jossambird wrote about the Swedes. This is only the first part about Oscar and there will be another part about Otto soonish (hopefully lol).

The three walked in silence through the dense, misty woods. The only noises were birds twittering on and off and the occasional crunch of leaves or a twig below foot. Every now and then, Axel checked his compass to make sure that they weren’t getting lost. They were searching for Diego, who they had been instructed by the Commission to kill. Their message had given them coordinates that had led them to these woods, and supposedly, to their mark.

Oscar looked up, not entirely sure why he was doing so. He couldn’t help but feel uneasy as he walked along. He didn’t normally feel anxious during missions, but ever since he and his brothers had been sent to this timeline, he had noticed this feeling. They didn’t know much about the siblings they had been sent after, but they knew that each one had certain powers, supernatural in nature. However, the Commission apparently didn’t think that they needed to know what these powers were, just that they existed. But these siblings were obviously nothing like any targets the Swedes had ever been given before. Perhaps this was why Oscar couldn’t help but feel jittery each time they went out after one of the siblings.

When they finally arrived near the exact coordinates they had been given, Axel split off from the other two and slowly circled the edges of the small clearing they had arrived at. Ignoring him, Oscar and Otto started looking for anything out of place until Oscar noticed something stuck in a tree. It was a knife, similar to the ones that Diego had thrown at them before. He cautiously crept towards the tree as Otto looked on.

Suddenly, he felt something pressing against the front of his ankle. He quickly looked down as he took a step back. Otto, noticing his brother’s sudden alarm, stepped forward and pulled Oscar back towards him. This took place in only a few seconds–just as long as it took the landmine in front of them to go off.

Hearing the explosion, Axel raced over towards his brothers. They were lying on the ground and Oscar was wincing in pain. Otto stood up and brushed himself off as he turned towards Axel.

“There was a knife stuck in that tree. He must’ve hit a tripwire while looking at it.” Otto glanced down at Oscar, who was still down on the ground and struggling to get up. Otto bent down and picked his brother up, helping him onto his feet. But as Oscar stood, he yelped in pain. His right shoe was torn to pieces and since his foot appeared to be badly injured, he was struggling to put any weight on it. Otto wrapped his arm around Oscar’s shoulders to support him and helped him limp away from the damage.

“I think we should leave. I don’t think this guy is here and Oscar’s obviously in no shape to be doing anything on his feet right now,” Otto grumbled at Axel.

“Agreed.” Axel picked up Oscar’s gun off the ground, inspecting it for any damage. It was definitely beaten up, but after firing a shot, he determined that it was still good enough to keep. For now. At least until they could return to the Commission’s headquarters and get Oscar a new one. He shoved his map in his pocket and looked at his compass. “This way,” he pointed. The three walked in silence again as they made their way back to their stolen truck.

[slptkns]

Games

[Copia/Fem!Reader]

Summary: Copia doesn't let you play his game with him, until suddenly, he's hit with the idea of the century.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!! Cock Warming, unprotected sex, cream pie

Word Count: ~1,300

A/N: First time writing Copia! I adore him... For some reason... all my common sense left while writing this so it's a little fluffy/silly!! (P.S. My requests are open!!) @jossambird

When Copia had decided against playing something you could play with him, you were left lounging in despair beside him. Your groans and whines of sadness filled the air. Eventually, your head hit his shoulder and you looked up at him with wide, sad eyes.

“We could literally play something else,” You pout at him, “Please?”

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off. Copia’s eyes widened and his mouth formed an ‘o’. You lit up, thinking he’s thought of something you could play with him.

“I have an idea, mia cara,” He paused his game and placed one of his hands on your hip. You looked down at his hand and back up at him. “Are you wearing underwear?”

You looked down at yourself and back at Copia, as if that answered his question. Your brows furrowed and you nodded at him, “Why, yes I am…?” You end your sentence with confusion. You were wearing an oversized shirt and your underwear, but that was it.

“How about,” He paused, wondering if you’d agree to his proposition, “You take them off.”

“Can I at least ask why?”

He shook his head, “Not yet… It’s a surprise.”

“For you?” You snorted the question out. Once he shook his head again and reassured it was your surprise, you stood up and checked your surroundings. You sighed and grabbed the elastic of the waistband. You pull them down, fast, and kick them to the otherside of the room.

“Now what?” You cross your arms and look down at him.

A goofy grin overtook Copia, and then you realized how hard he was. You could see him through his pants. It’s your turn to grin. You were growing wet just thinking about what Copia had planned. He motioned for you to walk towards him, and you eagerly did so. He began to unbutton his pants. He shimmied them down slightly, along with his boxers and you swallowed hard.

He patted his lap and you bit your lip. You were excited for what was to come. Then Copia decided to get bossy.

“Face the TV.”

You didn’t question him. Not at first. You nodded and positioned yourself above him. His hands moved from his controller and to your hips. He slowly pushed you down onto his cock and you stifled a moan.

You go to position yourself, ready to fuck while he plays his game. Until Copia is holding you still, his head momentarily on your shoulder. “Don’t move, alright mia amore?” You, stunned, can only nod.

Copia grabbed his controller, and hit play. Your eyes cut back to him, your head turning slightly. You watched in confusion as he was basically playing by himself again, this time, you’re just sitting on him.

“Copia,” You tried to control your whining, “What the fuck?”

“Watch me play,” He rested his head on your shoulder again and you blink at him. With a sharp inhale, you nodded quickly.

Your eyes wandered down to his controller and you watched closely as his fingers mashed the buttons. Your mind is quick to think about everything his hands could have been doing to you… He was slightly more sloppy than he was earlier, when he wasn’t inside of you, so you knew you were having some effect on him.

You just had to wait…

You instinctively moved against him, and the game was paused again, his hands on your hips again. “Sit still, and you’ll be rewarded greatly.”

Immediately, you’re still. One of you would break first, and you just knew it would be him. It had to be him.

Taking your mind off the aching inside of you, you tried to watch him play his damn game. He had been asking so kindly, and now you really had no other choice. You began to grow impatient, and suddenly, you felt his hips buck.

You froze. You didn’t immediately react. Copia didn’t seem to register that he moved though. You smiled to yourself, knowing you would win. He wasn’t wrong, you would be rewarded greatly. Especially at the rate things were going.

His hips bucked again, and this time, you did something about it. You, as fast as possible, moved to face him. You picked yourself up and turned yourself towards him. His game did not pause this time, leaving him to lose. He didn’t seem to really care all too much.

“You’re cheating…” You whispered into his ear. You were holding yourself above him, taunting him. “I felt you moving. And that’s not fair.” Copia stared back with wide eyes. “So now, we’re going to be playing by my rules.”

You were slow to lower yourself back onto his cock, and you buried your face into his neck. You nipped and sucked at the exposed flesh. When his hips bucked into you, you let out a loud moan.

“Play your game.” You moaned into his ear, your hips pushing down onto him.

“Mia cara-”

You pulled away from him, and batted your eyes, “Please?”

Without an answer, Copia began to play once again. You decided to go to town immediately. Your hips were grinding into his and your moans were loud and breathy, and all over him. Copia was slowly losing it.

You could hear the button mashing slow, and then stop. You moved back to tell him to keep playing, but before you could even look at him, your back was pressed against the couch and you were staring up at Copia, your turn to be wide eyed.

He stared down at you, a ravenous look in his eyes. His hips were angled against yours and you waited with bated breath for his next move. His hips were swift, pushing against yours instantly. You let out a loud cry of pleasure, your fingers digging into his back and grabbing the fabric of the shirt he still wore.

“Copia,” Your breath caught in your throat, “Fuck!”

“Oh, Y/N,” His forehead pressed against yours, your eyes were shut tight but you nudged back against him, “Fuck, you’re so beautifull beneath me-”

Your hips chased his as he pulled out of you, but he was quick to thrust back into you. You let out another moan, your legs wrapping tight around him.

“Where?” He was quick to ask as he neared his own ecstasy.

He was used to you saying stomach, but he asked every time, in case your answer were to ever change.

Only thinking with your pussy, and not wanting to ruin the shirt you had on, you were quick to answer, “Inside.”

Copia seemed stunned momentarily. But his thrusts picked up pace, becoming sloppier. You were close now too. Your legs wrapped a little tighter around him and you opened your eyes, finding him staring down at you.

“You’re close, Y/N,” He whispered, “cum for me.”

His voice sent you over the edge. You whined underneath him and your eyes screwed shut. Your hips bucked and your body tensed. You were writhing in pleasure under him.

Copia was quick to cum after you. His thrusts were becoming slightly slower, but way sloppier. He came, hard and fast. His thrusts slowed, but he was definitely still fucking you even after cumming. His head fell into your shoulder.

You were seeing stars when you finally opened your eyes. His thrusts stopped, but the both of you stayed still, stayed tangled together for moments more.

“I love you,” You breathed out.

“Ti amo, mia cara,” He placed a kiss on your forehead.

You let him rest for a moment, then quickly remember he does not have a door, “Maybe- We might should-”

“They’ve already heard us,” He pointed out to you. “They won’t bother us…”

“Uh, Copia,” You shifted slightly, looking at him easier, “Can I play next time?” Copia lets out a quiet laugh. “That’s not a no! I’m playing next time!”

[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

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[gggoldfinch]

Yayyyy thank you for the tag @sugar-on-sunday !!

Rules: Use this picrew to make yourself and your current blorbo, then tag some mutuals

Making men in this picrew always ends horribly for me so I had to pick a girl blorbo (aka my sweet baby Sansa)

No pressure tags: @londonfog-chan @writingjourney @jossambird @feyd-meowtha @muppetjackrackham and YOU 🫵🏻

[copiathirst]

YOU ARE NOT SAFE FROM RONNIE LOVE 💖

💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA RONNIEEEE!!!!!! ILYSM 😭😭😭💕💕💕

@jossambird

[jossambird]

Rereading and rewriting my own fic has shown me how much detail I missed out on writing into scenes.

All the little things I could have added, all the emotion I hadn’t been able to get across in the way I wanted it to go.

I understand now how BIG of an undertaking this is going to be and I think Ill be all the better for it! 💪🏻

[ghu-leh]

Thank you so much! @deetz-ghuleh and @copias-sewer-rat for having me in mind for the tag - this looks so cute! :')

find out who you are: !!!!

create your look: !!!!

Tagging my loves: @mister-girl @ghoulangerlee @clamcastle @conjuring-ghouls @youareillogical @jossambird

[lightbluuestars]

TAG ME IF YOU DO

ALSO THANK YOU!!!

SO REAL OF YOU (SO REAL THAT IM USING THOSE WORDS IN A FIC)

LETS GO!!! PLEASE PLEASE RONNIE PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE

[rinakosus]

Animation was inspired by scene from fanfic "Rooted in your love" by wonderful @jossambird . 🖤

Thanks you for fixing my love with this masterpiece, Ghestie. 💛