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COME GET YALL FREE SEROTONIN (aka Copia giggling at Aether’s lil jump)

Yes. And the fact that Terzo ate 666 portions of cream pies (kremówki) a year when he was a cardinal in Poland 🍰

something something a man and his ghoul

You ever find a picture and then go ever so slightly insane? Yeah...

More stupid memes but made ghost because I'm dumb

Papa Terzo - Flower and Kisses

Mafia Copia sketch

Omega is scared of losing Terzo :(

also damn what a dramatic mood shift from my last post amiright?!

terzomega again cause i had a weird day dealing with an art thief. so i drew my babies. 💜🖤

bonus vent art:

hey, hey you. Come here, I got some angst for ya:

imagine Omega staying up at night because he’s plagued with the anxiety of Terzo growing old and dying no matter what he does. Even if he’s safe and unharmed for the rest of his life eventually he’ll grow old and forget more and more things they did in their lives together and he won’t be able to do the same things anymore and it’ll be very bittersweet and oh how it drives Omega mad that he can’t stop it, he just wants Terzo to live forever with him and it makes Terzo dying so suddenly and so much younger then expected sting even more

anyway this is to say that I fully 100% headcannon that Copia wrote Life Eternal based this fear Omega had and on the grief he saw him experience after Terzo’s death and also to cope with his brother/family figure(s) dying (they might not have been the best in the world but they were who he had besides Sister growing up ya know, at least that’s how I see their relationship)

PLEASEE IM READING THIS AS MY MOM IS LISTENING TO 'LIFE ETNERAL' yes she's into ghost too

OP MY HEART OH MY GOD- this is gorgeous. it's tragic. but it's beautiful. IM ACTUALLY TEARING UP-

relaxin' with the demon babe. masked + unmasked 😳🖤🤍

May I request transmasc Terzo?

You're My Man

Trans masc Terzo for my dearest anon

Also sad hours of missing Aether for me.

Pairing | Terzo x Omega

Triggers/Warnings | Gender Dysphoria

Genre | Fluff

Terzo quietly sighed as he stared at himself within the mirror. The striking confidence that he presented when he walked around was gone. It was all an act of trying to hide who he really was.

Omega pressed himself up against Terzo's back. "What's wrong?" He asked with a soft voice. His arms wrapped around Terzo's torso lightly. The ghoul knew something was wrong he just couldn't exactly pinpoint it.

It was dead silent as Omega felt Terzo slump into him. "Its nothing Omega," he said with a sigh. Of course the quintessence ghoul wasn't going to let it slide. He could see right through the lies as clear as day.

"Something is wrong now tell me," Omega stated as he narrowed his eyes. Terzo tried to give a reassuring smile to Omega but it wasn't working. With a quiet sigh Omega tapped a clawed hand on the side of Terzo's head.

"If you don't tell me then I can easily search through this mind of yours. I'd rather not do that though..." He informed him. Terzo looked up at him with sad eyes before shrugging. "Just fix it. That's all I want, tesoro..."

Omega frowned a little and gently guided him to bed and settled him against his chest. The process started out slow and easy. Omega slowly eased his magic into Terzo and with practiced ease he pulled the bad thoughts away. Omega felt bad with what he had to witness and feel.

Quintessence was a blessing and a curse in its own way. "You're my man... I want you to know that," Omega reminded him with a smile. Terzo grasped the larger's hand in his own. It put his mind at ease and Omega let him. "You look just as handsome as the day I met you."

"Don't ever let those ugly thoughts ram there head into your side. You'll always be my man and I won't ever let you forget that." Terzo chuckled lightly and rested his head on Omega's chest. "Mi caro thank you," he told him with a reassuring smile. Omega tilted his head to press a chaste kiss to his temple. "No need to thank me. Your my special man and deserve the world."

would you let me touch your soul forever?

Makeshift Chemistry

Requests are semi-open! Everything went okay and I'd love to write for everyone to take my mind off things

…you see them wearing your clothes.

Pairing | Terzo x Omega

Triggers/Warnings | N/A

Genre | Fluff

The autumn days brought the pack together. The chilly breezes swept through the halls when a door to the outside opened. A complaint from an older ghoul was heard. Omega assumed it was probably Air or Water from the sound of it. The quintessence ghoul didn't really focus in on it.

Omega was heading back to his room to find one of his hoodies. His tail swishing from side to side. The ghoul wasn't having much a care in the world. "'Mega!!! Have you seen Water anywhere?" Alpha had asked as he leaned onto the quintessence ghoul's back.

Omega wanted to complain about how Alpha was hurting his back but couldn't. The warmth his pack mate brought was calming and for Alpha to be in such a good mood like this was rare. "Thought I heard him complaining about it being cold somewhere that way. Might have been Air though I wasn't paying much attention," he replied as he waved him off.

Alpha scampered down the hallway and nearly knocked into some poor siblings of sin trying to do their work. Now back on to his original task. He headed to his room where he rummaged through his closest in attempts to find one of his hoodies. (Most had been stolen by his packmates)

To his luck he couldn't find a single one. Dumbfounded Omega did another search through his closest and still to not avail did he find one. He sighed and settled on one of his thin jackets. Omega was shrugging it on when he heard a knock at his bedroom door.

His tail flicked as he made his way over to it. The quintessence ghoul wasn't sure what he was expecting. The sight he saw was definitely not what he thought he'd see. There stood Terzo with a hoodie that was definitely not his. "Theiving now are you?" He asked with a raised brow.

Terzo smirked slightly and rolled the sleeves a little. "Mi caro it's to cold," the smaller stated bluntly. Omega laughed a little and approached him with a sigh. "Mhm. Stealing just because it's smells like me when you could have the actually thing right now?" Omega inquired as he pulled Terzo close to him.

Terzo bit his tongue and sighed as he slumped into Omega. "That's what I thought. Back to your office yeah? I'll keep my dearest warm," Omega declared and Terzo laughed lightly. "Fine fine tesoro... Whatever you wish."

finally putting Terzo in the playboy bunny suit. I've done so with past favorites. Call it a rite of passage. 💜👯‍♂️

hitting you all with 3 pieces because I simply could not stop myself.

So we all know that one Oscar Wilde movie scene... Terzo and his monster husband be upon ye!

In addition to the last reblog: here we can see the real height difference between Papa, Omega (left) and Alpha (right).

did some fanart for the boys.....

Don’t fuck with Papa

TikTok: brattymetalhead

another copia cause i’ve been pulled back into my ghost era

Ghajama Ghants

Ghajama Ghants.

ermmm guysss..😨😨😨

*that* SwissDew video

So ughhhhhhhh, yall saw that right?!?!? Anyways. It made me start thinking. And then my brain did some thinking with @iamthecomet And our combined thinking has now left me with 1.5k words of nasty.

explicit | princess dew | daddy swiss | handjob | forcedfem |dressing room quickie | breeding | idk what else |

Under the cut for your reading pleasure :)

The stage lights barely have a chance to dim before Swiss is herding Dew backstage, hand on his back, planted firmly.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Dew snarls as he’s accidentally shoved into the shoulder of an unsuspecting techie. Swiss swings his head back to mumble a half-assed apology, only to keep moving forward. He doesnt dignify the question with a response beyond plastering a shit-eating grin across his face.

The rest of the walk back to the dressing room goes by quickly and Dew is practically thrown in right as he turns the doorknob. He tries to find his balance but his boots catch on a part of the scrunched up carpet and it sends him to the floor. He falls hard, dropping all of his weight onto his knees. He’s sure they’ll be black and blue by the end of the night.

Swiss closes the door behind them and postures himself right in front of Dew. 

“Infront of everyone?” Dew grits through his question, jaw clenched at the disaster that Swiss could’ve caused.

Swiss brings a hand up to cradle Dew’s face and coos as he thumbs across his heated cheeks. “Dont pretend like you didnt like it bug.” Dew has no rebuttal. Because of course he liked it—

He liked the way Swiss’ hand splayed over his hip and waist in an attempt to hold him steady while his other hand gripped his cock. He liked when Swiss dug his fangs into his tense flesh.

He especially liked the way the fans cheered as he was gropped in front of them all.

He’s been hard since then, struggling to play his parts with each second that passed by. He almost missed his cues because he couldnt walk without his guitar rubbing against him.

Dew is pulled out of his head when Swiss drops himself down to his knees, loosely interlacing his legs with Dew’s. His free hands falls to the front of Dew’s uniform and palms at his crotch. Dew looks down and the sight makes him whine. Swiss’ hand covers up so much of his lap. Its as if they both thought the same, cause Dew swears he heard Swiss laugh. 

“Stop teasing bitch,” he tries to sound unamused, aggressive even. But he fails. His voice wavers as Swiss squeezes his throbbing cock particularly harder. 

“But its fun to watch you like this,” Swiss says as he kneads at Dew. They both know he could be meaner, mean enough to leave Dew achingly hard and alone, but thats not what Swiss wants right now.

He palms at Dew for a mere moment longer before he finally starts unlacing his pants. He works the garments down just enough for Dew’s cock to spring up towards his vest, the ruddy tip spreading his slick across the delicate velvet.

Swiss drags a finger along the short length, tracing along the vein that runs on the underside, stopping at the spot right under the head. He makes Dew hiss when he presses against down and watches as a bead of pre wells up at the tip.

“You’re an asshole.” Swiss chuckles again, loving the way Dew squirms and protests under his touch. “I know.”

He gives Dew no time to adjust— he just sends things from zero to a hundred. The teasing and feather light touches turn into a warm hand completely wrapping around his cock and slowly stroking from root to tip. The pleasure is a relief, and he makes sure to share his enjoyment. Breathy moans freely fall from his lips and they sound like music to Swiss' ears.

“You sound so pretty Dew.” Swiss sounds like he means every word.

“Fuck you.”

Swiss tightens his grip before tutting his disappointment. His eyes cast over Dew with a stern, cold look on his face. “That’s a bit rude isnt it?” Dew tries to ignore the game Swiss is playing at.

“But I think I'm feeling really generous right now princess,” 

“Dont call me that.” Anything but that, Dew thinks.

Swiss brings his free hand up to thumb at the base of one of Dew’s horns. Its nice, nice enough that a low purr rumbles through him. But whatever softness he was basking in goes up in flames as Swiss uses said horn to wrench his head back. His neck bends at an unnatural angle and he feels exposed. 

“Shh baby, Daddy knows what’s best, doesnt he?” Swiss’ voice drips thick, laced with poison that floods Dew’s bloodstream.

Swiss leans forward to rest his forehead against Dew’s.

A sinister smile creeps over Swiss’ face as he moves his grip to wrap around Dew’s dick and balls. Much to Dew's displeasure, he squeezes. Really squeezes. And hell it fucking hurts. Tears threaten to fall from the corners of Dew's eyes. He winces and tries to pull himself backwards, away from the pain. But all it does is tug against his already tender groin. 

“Here’s how this is going to work baby,” Dew breathes through the pain and focuses on the deep voice weaving into his hazy mind. He listens to the sounds of sin and depravity and it reminds him of all of their other nights spent like this– Swiss just taking him apart, putting him through the thick of it until he has proper streaks of tears working down his chiseled features. 

“You get to cum whenever you’re ready,” Dew’s breath hitches, sensing a trap. There’s gotta be a catch to this. Dew manages to make eye contact and he’s surprised by what stares back at him. The golden eyes trained on him have suddenly gone soft, donning a warmer, less threatening gaze. Had it been any other night, it would be endearing, but tonight, its nothing better than a threat.

“You just gotta fuck this cute little clit into my fist, how’s that sound Princess?” 

There it is.

Dew nods mindlessly. Says anything and agrees to it all, just to get the crushing grip away from his jewels.

“Yeah… whatever. Fuck, just let go.” Having finally gotten his answer, Swiss’ hand withdraws and returns with a kinder touch. This time, the hand moves to cup Dew’s balls. He rolls them gently, tugs at them just enough to make Dew groan before backing off again. 

“Are you ready princess?” There’s that fucking word again. Swiss doesn't wait for a response, he just sits up, and holds his fist right over Dew’s achingly red dick. Dew takes what's offered and rocks his hips up. The sound he lets out is embarrassing at best— a high, feminine moan that shoots from Swiss’ ears, straight down to his cock. He's now pressed up tight against the seam in his underwear.

Dew keeps rocking, chasing his release so that this can all just be over. The filthy wet noises he's making between them fill the otherwise hushed room.

He can't stop himself from listening to Swiss whisper how pretty he gets like this, or how he cant wait to get back to the hotel so he can dress him up in that lingerie set Aether had bought.

Swiss feels Dew's cock kick at the mere mention of Aether, he files that away for a later date.

“You want me to breed you nice and good after this Dewy? I’ll fill you with my kits, you’d be so full.”

“Shut up,” Dew groans. “Shut up and just let me finish.” His eyes screw up tight and he tries to think of anything else besides Swiss’ words, but it's a futile attempt. The words flash across his mind and echo in his ears. 

Swiss can feel how close he is, he can feel each twitch of Dew’s cock when his thrusts press him into Swiss’ hand just right. Dew starts to lose his pace, thrusts quickly becoming uncoordinated ad his breathing becomes more and more ragged.

Swiss watches his quickly pitiful first and decides to help him out. He starts to jerk him off, doing his best to match the pace of his hips so that his fist bottoms out at the top of his thrusts.

“Are you close my love?” Swiss presses his lips against the side of his mate's face, breathes in his scent, warm and burnt, and presses a kiss to his temple. He hears a pleased hum and knows that this is his chance.

"Whenever you're ready Dewy." Dew tries to speak. He tries to find the words-- any words-- that could describe this moment. But his brain just wont seem to work. All he can do is pant and feel each decadent, wet glide of Swiss' hand over the swollen head of his cock.

"Close. -m close,"

“Go ahead and squirt all over daddy’s hand,” Swiss surprises even himself with how he was able to say the words.

Something inside Dew unravels. He surges forward, digs his claws into Swiss’ sides as he cums. They watch as milky ropes of his spend stripe over Swiss' hand.

Swiss works him through his orgasm, lightly stroking until his cock is drained of all he has to give. He only stops when Dew twitches from overstimulation.

Some of his cum drips down to the floor and Swiss groans in disappointment. There's always next time.

The multi ghoul leans forward and crashes his lips into Dew's. The kiss is lazy and there's no sense of urgency to go along with it. They just kneel in the middle of the room, and lap at whatever parts they can reach.

Swiss pulls back and catches an eyeful of Dew’s puffy red lips and the blissed out look across his face.

“You were so good for me princess.”

Dew feels his cock make a feeble attempt at filling out again– princess.

I dont care if you're flatchested or big boobed your tits are all going to the same place (my mouth)

Aether flying is my favorite kind of picture.

normal about mary

I can't hjsajdajdbhfbh

preach

Listening to Ghost isn't enough I need to drink Tobias Forge's voice like a vampire biting a dilf's neck

these are adorable

Clean Lineart vs Sketch Lineart (I like the sketch one more).

I've got nothing better to post than his WIP of Phantom and Dewdrop in skirt and dresses, I'll give more context about that later because I'm in a bad mood currently.

This is also and scheduled post that I hope gets posted without problems, though I'm not sure if I should trust it at all.

Reblogs and shares are appreciated!

me and my two friends after raiding a walmart

*grips*

Copia's not turning into the anti christ, but smth much worse with that Bob. A Karen