#lets swe how long i can go this year XD

[thesleepiemooth]

SOMETHING'S NOT RIGHT.....

My lamb being a little carnivorous today. A little quirky even. This is unusual

🍁 Yay it's October!! I wasn't going to do any inktober jazz this year but I couldn't miss @stychu-stych cotltober prompts, they're so good what the fuck!!! 🍁

[95jezzica]

Tanker om Sveriges etternavn? 👀 Er forresten enig med Björn - synes det passer veldig bra 👌

[Translation of ask in Norwegian: " Thoughts about Sweden's surname? (I) agree with Björn by the way - (I) think it fits very well. "]

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Answer: Sure thing, and thanks!

Himaruya gave Sweden the name Berwald Oxenstierna. I've gone over my thoughts about the name Berwald in my previous post "Hws Naming Sweden", but as a short summary for those who haven't read that post (yet? 👀) :

- Even if I for various reasons personally use the name Björn instead, there's nothing inheritable wrong with the name Berwald.

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Now; This is something that's also true for his surname - Oxenstierna, and the majority of the Hetalia fandom seem to have agreed this is most likely a reference to the man Axel Oxenstierna.

Sure, it's an unusual Swedish surname, but it exists and have done so for a very long time. However, it should also be noted that the name isn't necessarily the best fit for (hws) Sweden, since Oxenstierna is a protected surname over here and a name only descendants to the Oxenstierna family are allowed to keep.

Without going too deep into details the Oxenstierna family were very high ranking nobles in Sweden, to the point that I would argue their family is as royal you could get without the actual royal title. Heck, Axel Oxenstierna was even essentially the acting regent of Sweden when Princess (later Queen) Kristina was still a minor and King II Adolf had died.

It's partly because of this that I've begun to use the surname Steilsson (Iceland's canon surname) more for (hws) Sweden over the years instead, especially in Human AUs where I don't want Sweden to be almost royal. Personally I strongly see Nor, Den, Swe and Iceland as siblings anyway - so giving them the same surname in at least Human AUs works out just fine.

Steilsson means "son of Steil", and the format of the surname is and was very common in Scandinavia. Karlsson, Andersson, Eriksson, Johansson and Svensson are just a few other examples of common surnames in Sweden, all which essentially means "son of [name]".

Sometimes I still use Oxenstierna simply because it's the name the Hetalia fandom will recognize (& I don't want to cause too much confusion since I've already changed my Sweden's first name into Björn), but when I want to joke around a bit and/or need another surname I give Sweden the surname Svensson instead.

Svensson is a very common surname here in Sweden, but since the name Sven means "the Swede" this also means the surname Svensson basically means "the Swede, the son of the Swede". And that's why my humor finds it hilarious to give (hws) Sweden the surname Svensson. xD

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In all honesty (hws) Sweden's surname is very versatile and can be adapted a lot depending on how you view the Nordics or even what kind of fanwork you're doing, such as nation-verse or Human AU. The only one I would actively recommend against is giving Sweden the surname Køhler (Den's fanon surname) or Bondevik (one of Nor's canon surnames).

Køhler because I have a very hard time imagining Sweden would ever keep a Danish surname with Danish spelling, and Bondevik because of the bad connections with the name in Norway.

Given how popular the pairing is, I will mention that in a SuFin scenario I even encourage the surname Väinämöinen over Finland taking's Sweden's surname. Väinämöinen is a powerful name I doubt (hws) Finland would want to change anyway.

[. For those who know me it's no secret I like SuFin as a pairing, but I also I feel a iffy about how many SuFin-fans still seem almost obsessed with making Finland out to be "Sweden's small, cutie, wife". <.<

Personally I think letting Finland keep Väinämöinen as his surname would also help highlight the fact Finland is Sweden's equal in a relationship, and hopefully remind people that Finland is an incredible strong and independent nation of his own. Again though, that's what I think. ]

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To summarize this long post:

Use Oxenstierna if you want, people. It isn't necessarily wrong - it just doesn't exactly fit either. Especially in human AUs when you don't want Sweden to be almost royal. At the same time it's the name most of the Hetalia fandom will recognize.

However, if you want another surname then Sweden's name is very versatile and there are many different options you can go with - a few examples being Steilsson, Svensson ("the Swede, son of the Swede" 😂 xD) or even Väinämöinen depending on what you write/draw.

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Once again a long post, but I hope you all enjoy this! 😄

Thanks for the ask, iFindus!

[alphawave-writes]

Confessions (NSFW Sigma x Harold Winston)

Synopsis: Cardinal Siebren de Kuiper is a holy man and a respectable member of the Papacy. But Pope Alba, known once as Harold Winston, is intent on making him sin. And he's got just the silver tongue to make Siebren weak.

My friend vainsh on twitter made a series of drawings of Pope!Harold and priest!Sigma and I just HAD to write it. Literally, took me like three hours to write this and I am TIRED but it is worth it. Enjoy pope smut. I’ll see you all in hell XD

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Cardinal Siebren de Kuiper knows Pope Alba by many names. He knows him as His Holiness. He knows him as the Holy Father. Most often, in the privacy of their own company, he knows him by his Christian name, Harold Winston, and is one of very few allowed to speak the name to existence.

However, in that moment, he has a new name for the Pope.

“S-sir.”

“Ssshh,” Harold whispers soothingly. “Be quiet for me, will you?”

For years Siebren has wondered how a mild-mannered man like Harold Winston could ever compete for the title of pope. He does not play the game for papacy. He is a half-caste man of American and Chinese origins. He has resorted to no bribery, no tricks to keep his position, and yet he secures a majority vote and took over as pope without so much as a speck of blood on his hands.

It’s now that Siebren knows better. Harold’s hands may be clean, but that does not mean he is innocent. His mind is sharp, and his tongue is silver. People hang on his every breath and word, so adept his tongue is, that they do not realise the way the sentences curl around their body and pull them into the spider’s web. His hands are clean because his tongue is so dirty. His tongue is so, so dirty.

Siebren stands with furrowed brows, fists shaking at his side as Harold’s tongue flickers over his puckered hole. He’s bent forward and pushed against the wall, shame-faced but wanting as Harold’s hands roam over his ass. The pleasures of the flesh have evaded him for so long that every little touch feels like hellfire on his skin. He wonders if the Lord is up there in Heaven, watching the new apostolic successor of Saint Peter ravage another man so eagerly.

“G-god,” he whimpers.

Harold chuckles under his breath. “Do you dare speak the lord’s name in vain?”

A desperate huff escapes his lips. Siebren is ready to reprimand himself then and there. Oh Lord, blessed be thy name, forgive me for the sin I shall commit. He lets his head fall lower, resting on the arms pressed on the wall. His body is shaking and he doesn’t know if it’s from guilt or ecstasy.

The tongue slides so easily into his ass, almost like that is the divine purpose of a tongue. And it’s not a particularly long one but heavens, does Harold know how to use it. Penetrating the tip in, curling and twisting within, pulling these sinful sounds from Siebren’s mouth. He flicks and licks, sliding in and out like it is another appendage entirely. There have been days where Siebren wants to shut that mouth up for good, to trap that incessant tongue and let it speak no more words, but never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that this is how he finally shuts Harold up for good. He never imagined it to feel so wrong and right all at the same time.

His cock is quivering, dripping fluid onto the holy floors of the Vatican, staining his black cassock. If anyone could see him, they would know of his sinful misdeed. They would never suspect the Pope of doing such a thing, such a paragon of virtue and faith he is. They would never suspect the Pope of being consumed by the sin of lust, moaning into the cleft of another man’s ass.

Siebren can feel the dark threads of lust threaten to consume his mind. How he desires to remain a figure of chastity, to remain untouched and reject Harold’s advances, but he knows he cannot. His muscles do not respond to his commands, his legs widening to accommodate Harold, his muffled moans and groans spilling from his lips like the oldest wine. He is not a figure of innocence like Harold is. He’s committed so many sins. What is one more?

Harold’s tongue finally leaves and he groans lowly. How he hates this sudden feeling of empty coldness, like the devil has frozen his soul. But this emptiness is short-lived when a finger slowly pushes in. The sounds that leave Siebren’s throat are so wrong but they feel so right.

“You are good for me, Siebren,” Harold whispers. His finger pushes up to the second knuckle, and then the third. It feels so good. It feels heavenly. “So eager,” Harold chuckles.

Siebren muffles another cry when he feels the second finger slip in. They scissor within him, alternating in tandem as they thrust into him, fast yet gentle. Harold’s free hand grasps onto his shoulder, his lips breathing hot air on his collar before moving up, latching onto his earlobe. Another groan drips down his lips and is swallowed by his arm. He doesn’t know what will be worse: if the Pope’s guards hear him, or if the angels do. He doesn’t know whose judgment he fears more.

The fingers slip out of him and he shudders. It’s so embarrassing to be this weak. He’s supposed to be strong. Taller and bigger than all the other cardinals. A physical and mental threat. And yet here he is, his chest pressed onto the wall, trying to hide his groans from the guards that are barely more than a couple of metres away, enjoying every wicked touch that is placed on his body by a man so much smaller and weaker than him. A man whose every action reeks of love and sanctimonious satisfaction.

The hardness that presses into his backside makes Siebren gasp, first in surprise and then in shameful arousal. His own cock twitches eagerly. How he wants to let his hand lower down to his cock, to touch himself in that one place that has never been touched by another. He tries to fight the urge, but then a hand rakes down his spine slowly, gently.

“Do you want this, Siebren?” Harold breathes. He hides it well, but there’s a faint undercurrent of desperation in his voice. The lust has consumed him.

Siebren’s reminded of the first time he met Harold, back when they were both just cardinals. He notices the way Harold looked at him then but he could not decipher the meaning behind his heated gaze and lilting voice. He remembers how he felt that day, his heart speeding up and his chest tightening and his mind becoming cloudy with impure thoughts. He thought for so long that he hated Harold, or perhaps that Harold hated him. Now he knows that it is far from the truth.

“M-May I confess something, Holy Father?”

“Harold,” he corrects. “You know I never liked the stuffy titles.”

“H-Harold,” Siebren says. “I want to see you. Let me see you.”

Harold does not say a word. Siebren worries he might have said something wrong but then he hears the shuffle of fabric, the pop of a cap opening, and the squelching noises of oil being rubbed onto skin.

“Turn around for me,” Harold whispers.

Shakily, Siebren turns around, pressing his back on the wall. Harold’s smiling in such a delicious daze. His cheeks and lips are as red as the devil, and just as tempting. His cock is in his hand, stroking languidly. His other hand pushes Siebren against the wall, trailing down to lift one leg up over his shoulder. Siebren’s arms cling to Harold’s neck, pulling him close.

“May I confess something myself, Siebren?”

Siebren doesn’t know what to say. Harold’s cock is pressing at his entrance, never pushing in. He’s rocking his hips so eagerly, desperate to be filled and defiled.

“I’ve wanted you for years.”

Harold finally slides into him. Siebren crushes his lips into Harold’s, laving his tongue into the cave that is Harold’s mouth. They both moan into each other, swallowing each other’s noises, obscuring them from Earth and the Heavens. Harold’s hips still as his hand leaves his own to trace the outline of Siebren’s cock, still hidden in his cassock. Slowly he rumples the cassock up and grabs Siebren’s cock, rubbing and touching as much as he can.

It’s only the wall and Harold that keep him from falling down to hell. A part of him wants to fall. A part of him wants to fall so he won’t corrupt Harold with his presence. But the other part of him is trapped in the moment, tilting his hips to meet Harold’s thrusts, relishing in the noises he can pull from Harold’s mouth. Jesus speaks of love, but what does he know of this aching, overwhelming love that has overtaken his senses? What does he know of the pleasure that spins in Siebren’s gut, of the hot and wet noises two people can share with the melodic slide of flesh, of a love that is both tainted and pure at the same time?

There’s heat all over Siebren’s body, sweat dripping off every pore. Harold gazes upon him like he’s the most heavenly creature to ever divine this earth, kissing him so sweetly and so passionately. For a moment he feels like they are one, a single entity joined together by God’s grace, waiting for the holy light to consume them both in dazzling rays of warmth and happiness.

Harold is the first to let go. Trails of saliva connect their lips together. He’s breathing hard now, his eyes staring unfocusedly on Siebren’s cock. His strokes quicken, his hips bucking underneath him. His lips are swollen and glistening and beautiful. “Cum with me,” he moans. “I’m close. A-are you close?”

Siebren nods feverishly.

“Will you cum for me only when I tell you to?”

He feels the heat threatening to consume him. He’s not sure if it’s God’s light or the Devil’s hellfire. He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t care. “P-please, Harold.”

“Then cum for me.”

His face scrunches up, his body shivers as a loud cry escapes his lips, and soon his thick cum shoots out of him as the light overwhelms him. Harold’s grip tightens, a shaky breath escaping his lips as he cums soon after. Fatigued, they collapse on each other, Siebren’s back sliding down the wall as they let themselves get dragged down (or perhaps up) to Earth.

Their cassocks are stained with cum and sweat. Their foreheads are covered in sweat. They’re still breathing hard, trying to catch their breath. Siebren gazes upon Harold, holding onto him, his arms wrapped around his waist before he curls his head into Siebren’s shoulder. There’s absolutely no way he can hide what he has just done, but for some reason he cannot bring himself to care. Maybe it is the light that still flows in his veins, or maybe it is the blessing of God above, but he feels peaceful and happy just having Harold hug him like this.

Siebren carefully raises his hand up to rub a soothing pattern down Harold’s back. Harold takes the glasses off his face and wipes them on a clean portion of his cassock. His hands sweep over his cassock, hiding his shrinking erection.

“That was…”

“Sinful,” Siebren finishes.

“I was going to say wonderful, but I guess I see where you’re coming from with this.”

Siebren’s jaw is set tight to stop himself from smiling. “We have committed a grave sin. To perform adultery, especially premarital adultery between two men, it won’t look kindly on us. Not by the church, not by the followers”

“But you felt good, did you not? I know I did, and I’m almost sure you did too.”

Harold takes Siebren’s hands in his own. Siebren sees the papal ring and out of guilt, presses a tender kiss to it.

“We should not let the world stop us from enjoying this earthly pleasure,” Harold says.” It is my duty, after all, to guide billions. It is your duty to guide me, Cardinal de Kuiper.”

He knows this emotion he feels for Harold transcends all human emotions. It makes him burn only to cleanse him in holy water. It torments him only so he shall feel salvation. It is hell only so he can better appreciate heaven. It is love, taking him up to soaring heights and dark depths.

Harold caresses his face with his hand. His tongue is so dirty but his smile is innocent. “What do you say?”

Siebren smiles microscopically as he leans forward and presses a soft kiss. “As a Cardinal of your Holiness, I shall do whatever it takes to enact your will.”

Harold smiles indulgently and licks his lips, a heavenly angel and a wicked demon all at once.

[makesureee]

1-30 ty~

omg no thank yOU ogm ur so swe e t im sorry if i’m not able to answer all of them cause my memory is an actual pile of shit and my favourite songs are constantly changing but so HERE SO WE GO

*viewer discretion is advised because this user is annoying as shit on adderall*

 1. what album do you feel best describes your mood?at the moment, i am like, OBSESSED with the album “my bad” by Good Dog. like. i relate to EVERY. WORD. EVERY. SONG. in that album. i just. i cant cant cant nope.

  2. if your name had to be a song title which song would it be?“Oh.” ~courtesy of Good Dog

  3. what is your go to sad song when you need to cry?i don’t have a go-to sad song. i don’t cry that much anymore either. like, my pain is like, background noise that bubbles to the surface for a second (and on the rare occasion explodes) but usually like literally 2 seconds later im like im good whats up lol. as far as the last song i had a good ass cry to…..i think it might have been A Song For the Late Night People by Kate Micucci. literally not sure tho

  4. what band would you want as the rest of your superhero team?the FUKIN FRONT BOTTOMS

  5. if you had to live in the world of an album which one would it be and why?i think this question is asking which one album i would want to listen to for the rest of my life? to that, my answer is, fuck you my good sir(in middle school and freshman year of high school my ipod had one album on it. one. on repeat. for years. i literally knew the SHUFFLE by heart that shit was miserable and i do not want to listen to those songs anymore)

  6. what song best describes the person you think your soulmate would be?i don’t believe in soul mates, but as far as a compatible partner goes (based off of my most recent song obsessions) i would choose Scarred Pinkies by Walter Mitty and His Makeshift Orchestra. i’ll just drop a few lines riiiiiight here damn this post is gonna be long.“Ah, here lies all hope of being normal, all chance of an epic fate,bussing tables in Lake Tahoe, eating scraps off stranger’s plates.Ah won’t you cure me? Take me to your bug out location off the grid.I’ll tell you how I scarred my pinkies,and we’ll await Armageddon,or take a long nap.Then teach me to write well,and clean my lungs.Watch the love of my life sewing dresses on fireflies.Go and get me some real drugs to paint my blood,All while the thighs of women have lost their church,and the hands of men are shaking in the search.”“straight to hell, might as well clock out now and rail that cinnamon.”“The cops knocked, someone soon might let them in.They’ll find our strawberry cough. They’ll find the secret voice that shepherds towards the droughts in our thoughts until it snows, listen i know you know this,i’m losing it.”sry i posted like, all the lines in the song i relate to in regards of a romantic partner. but basically, in this moment i want a girlfriend i can do a lot of drugs with and shit (permitting they’re not into harder shit than i am), but i have so many problems with drugs that i’d also want that person to help me but also no. idk. in the long term i’d like someone who can help me heal from this shit but in the short term, i want to experience the romance of doing drugs with someone because i haven’t experienced much of life at all

  7. create a poem out of song titles.far away, aimless, (johnny goth/johnny goth)i have no idea what is going on. (sweatertooth)the kids on the bus with their heads against the windows, (movies)straight kids playing dress up, (the official suckers)and a body washed ashore. (johnny goth)face down, share the blame. (sweatertooth/the official suckers)no choice. (major persuit)fine, thanks. (walter mitty and his makeshift orchestra)wow that one was depressing and political lolol i just went with the flow

  8. which album art would you get tattooed?a question i dont have to write a paragraph for cause i already know the answer!!! the knife on the front bottoms album cover for talon of the hawk. i don’t want it to be my first tat tho. still brainstorming.

  9. is there a song that you feel could have been written about you?BRUH I JUST CAME ACROSS A WHOLE ALBUM WRITTEN ABOUT ME SHIT. well, obviously it wasn’t written about me but i relate to e v e r y word fukin hELL. again it’s “my bad” by Good Dog. but i think the song i relate to the most off that album is “Oh.”

  10. if you could only speak in the song lyrics of one artist who would it be?walter mitty and his makeshift orchestra. his new album is one i also hella relate to. my previous obsession before Good Dog came out with their new album XD

  11. if you could have your favorite artist sing one of their songs to you which song would it be?well this one is just impossible. my favorite artist changes and my favorite song changes like every week like fuck

  12. describe where you want to be in ten years with a song title.booger storm by walter mittynah jk how bout Set Phasers To Fun; Alarm Clocks To One by sweatertooth. you know they only have one album but it’s chill af

  13. which song would be the national anthem of your country if you ruled one?attention class….please stand for the pledge of allegiance…….. COLT 45, 2 ZIG ZAGS, BABY THAT’S ALL WE NEED.WE CAN GO TO THE PARK AFTER DARK, SMOKE THAT TUMBLE WEED,AND AS THE MARIJUANA BURN WE CAN TAKE OUR TURN SINGIN THEM DIRTY RAP SONGS.STOP AND HIT THE BONG LIKE CHEECH AND CHONGAND SELL TAPES FROM HERE TO HONG KONG.SO ROLL, ROLL, ROLL MA JOINT. PICK OUT THE SEEDS AND STEMS!WE’RE HIGH AS HELL FLYIN THRU PALMDALE SKATIN ON DAYTON RIMS

  14. what is your go to happy song when you need to feel betteri never really go to songs to feel better but kimya dawson is really comforting. she’s like, my song mom. her music is like a warm hug until you get sad cause you’re alone and all your problems are still there

  15. is there an album that feels like a friend to you?yeah actually. Hard To Be Around by Lovers Turn To Monsters

  16. what is the album that you always blast too loud?usually all but ESP my drinking album XDD it’s called Too by FIDLAR. i dEF recommend a listen next time ur drinkin

  17. which album do you always listen to with headphones?i don’t use headphones in my house unless i’m so upset and relating to the music so hard that it needs to be as loud as possible. which again, most recently, has been “my bad” by Good Dog

  18. what song are you unable to resist dancing to?none of them. i do not dance, have never danced, and will never dance

  19. what song do you always have to sing along to?every song i know the lyrics to. im a singer. i cant…not….sing….

  20. what song do feel would be a beautiful painting?if i knew i woulda goddamn painted it XD i actually used to think that way about a specific old instrumental pink floyd song once but i can’t remember which one

  21. what album do you wish you could unhear and discover again?all of them!!!!! i love them so much but when i relate to music so hard i can’t stop listening to it and then its mundane and i have to go bandcamp hunting again

  22. which album do you want to be the soundtrack to your life?i don’t rly listen to positive music but as far as my life is going right now i’d say the soundtrack is Well Soon by Walter Mitty and his Makeshift Orchestra

  23. which band would you want to be your family?i can’t answer that because i do not know any of them personally XD

  24. what song do you think of in association with beauty?what

  25. what song do you think of in association with pain?like???? all of them???? i suck ????

  26. what lyrics do you feel were written especially for you.none specifically FOR me. i’m the writer :p i can write songs about/for people and i’m kinda jealous that i’m not on the other end cause idk who the fUCK i am. but as far as lyrics i’ve found that are mE on the dot:“I’m an artist. No, I fake it. I repeat myself all day.I tell the same sad storiesin the same pathetic way.When I’m sober I am boring, when I’m drunk I talk too much,When I’m stoned I finally like myself. I shouldn’t just becauseI’m a filthy fucking liar. I think I’m nice when I am not,And I only feel like I can talk when I am smoking pot.”“Oh.” by Good Dog

  27. what lyrics do you want to doodle on every piece of paper?none that sounds boring

  28. what music do you listen to at 3 am?the same music i listen to all throughout the day because i get fixated on music i relate to

  29. pick three albums to take with you into the afterlife.none because the afterlife doesn’t exist fools get wit tha program

  30. what is music to you in one word?music

like, do you even read this? like homie it’s so long i feel like i get charity asks but like, I DON’T MIND I LOVE ASKS but holy fuck i’m annoying and i would stop being so specific and rambley if people just told me to shut up