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Individual drawings for th military Papas✨🎖️

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Balloon day means birthday art yay! I'm 26 today and you might say that I'm not old, but I kinda feel old heh

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All the bros with military outfits

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from my x

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Recent sketchbook pages I'm very proud of!

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Had to speak my truth...

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Greetings and salutations (an update) 👻❤️

I hope you are doing wonderfully! I have been... existing, I guess? During summer I took a long break from social media in general which helped me a lot mentally. I was struggling with my place in the fandom and with how I hated my art, but now I feel better I promise.

Nonetheless, for a while, I felt like my presence in this particular social media site was coming to an end. So, I just stopped using it.

It was a mixture of feeling sad due to low engagement and just feeling tired or not that motivated to continue.

Nonetheless, I think I have it in me to try one last time. Try and be present, showing you my art and my ideas. I hope you will join me in this "new beginning" (and let's see if I am consistent lol).

Love,

Silvia❤️

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Into the endless depth of Satan's eyes…

A piece inspired by Depth of Satan’s Eyes by Ghost 🫶 this was a experimental piece since I’m usually drawing portraits

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So nice to have you here dear! CHECK LEE OUT, SHE IS AWESOME!

Cardinal Secondo piece

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I Knew Nothing But Shadows pt. 19

Chapter 19: Burn, burn me alive

>> Click here to read!!

Chapter Summary:

Copia listens to your confession. You make plans how to procede.

Chapter Content:

6.2k words, a bit of angst, a lot of hurt/comfort, tiny reference to self-harm, mental health struggles, 18+ MDNI

SIDE NOTE: If you want to be tagged in chapters in the future pls let me know. You can also join any of my tag lists here! ♡

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Finally done with the Papas!!!! This took me so long to finish,,,, some many guys,,,,, But hey, they're hot as shit!!!

Please, tell me who's your fave of the bunch, I'm tooootally not biased towards Popia,,,, Totally not,,,, Promise :D

Here is the time-lapse I promised, and all the individual closeups on the Papas will be under the cut!

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Inspiration

For @writingjourney who requested a kiss from Secondo on a "place of insecurity" from this list.

Secondo x Reader

~ Your Papa notices you have been struggling writing a speech and does his best to help you... ~

Warnings: sappy and soft and sweet secondo, a bit of a play on the 'place of insecurity' but i think it works xD, reader is gn but i do use dolcezza as an endearment, sfw, 1,400k words (thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!)

“Quit that.”

At Secondo’s stern voice you froze, holding your breath and clenching your pen in your fist.  You didn’t dare meet his gaze, knowing exactly what you’d see as soon as you looked at him: disappointment.

“Papa, I wasn–”

“You were.”  You winced at the edge to his tone, something he must have noticed because he cleared his throat and continued in a much softer voice.  “I can always tell.”

There was a fleeting moment in which you wanted to argue, to disagree that he didn’t know you as well as he thought.  But despite how it could catch you off guard at times it also made you feel cared for.  Wanted.  To have someone, especially someone like Papa Secondo Emeritus, know you so well to be able to see what was going on.

“Sorry, Papa.”

His chair creaked and when you dared a glance his way you saw him walking towards your desk.  It was late in the day so he was just in his suit pants and white button up, the robes long gone and probably in a heap at the bottom of his closet.  The paint on his face was smudged, especially around his eyes and mouth, and your fingers twitched wanting to grab a makeup brush and fix it.

“You do not need to apologize to me, dolcezza.”  He knelt down next to your chair with a quiet groan, wincing when his knees popped audibly.  Leather covered hands reached out for the arms of your chair and he easily spun it so you were facing him.  With a gentle touch he lifted a hand up and swiped his thumb across your forehead.  “What’s going on in there, hmm?”

Feigning ignorance wouldn’t work, it never did with him, so you sighed, your body deflating and slouching in the chair before you answered, “I just-I just can’t get this right.”

“Get what right?”  When you gestured vaguely at your desk he straightened up to glance at the mess of papers across it, grabbing one to quickly look it over and then turning to look at you with a raised eyebrow.  “The speech?  It’s just a silly thing for mass, you’ve written them before.”

“Yes but this one is important.  Don’t roll your eyes at me Papa, it’s true!”

“Important how?  Because of those imbellici from Rome?”

“They’re not imbeciles!”  You slapped Secondo’s hand away when he picked up a page that was mostly doodles.  “And even if they were, they're still the ones in charge of funding.”

“So?”

“So?  Are you even listening?”  When he rolled his eyes you barely resisted the urge to stab him in the neck with your pen.  “This needs to be perfect, absolutely perfect, so we can secure more funding for the church.”

You turned away from him and stared down at your desk.  It was taking all your concentration not to cry, especially as you looked over your notes and half-written paragraphs.  Secondo wasn’t getting it.  This was why you were here, not just in his office but at the church.  You were hired to help with writing speeches, press releases and anything of the sort.  If you failed at this, why would they keep you around?

Why would Secondo keep you around?

“Dolcezza?”  When you didn’t answer him he turned your chair again, his hands resting on your knees.  He gave each a brief squeeze before slowly moving them up your thighs until they stopped at your hips.  Only then did you look his way, immediately getting trapped by those gorgeous eyes of his.  “Shut up.”

“Hey!”

“No, you will shut up and listen to me.  Okay?”  He raised an eyebrow when you stayed silent, only continuing when you finally nodded your head.  “You are incapable of anything but perfection.  So I need you to stop listening to whatever the voice in your head is telling you and I need you to listen to me.  Can you do this?”

“Yes, Papa.”

Secondo gave you a small smile before bringing his hands up to cradle your face.  When he leaned close and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead your breath caught in your throat.

“You are an extraordinary writer, amore.  Far better than anyone else here.  It doesn’t matter if it’s a speech for mass or something for the weekly newsletter, everything you do is perfetto.”  He kissed you again in the same spot, this time his lips pressed more firmly into your skin.  Like he could somehow transfer his words straight to your brain.  When he pulled away he tilted your face up and your breath hitched again when you saw he was smiling.  “Although I am especially fond of the bitchy emails you send Copia when he goes over budget.”

“Well, he deserves every one of those.”  

You gave him a watery smile before ducking your head and sniffling.  Secondo’s kind words surrounded you, much like his arms were as he wrapped them around your back and held you close.  He rubbed his hands up and down your back reassuringly until you had your emotions under control, eventually leaning back in your chair.  Secondo took a moment to swipe at the tears on your cheeks before cupping your face again, holding you still so he could lean in to kiss your lips this time.  There was a twinkle in his eyes when he pulled away, the makeup on his lips even more smudged than before.

No doubt your lips didn’t look any better.

“Perhaps a change of scenery will help?  What do you think?”

“Scenery?”  Secondo stood up and started gathering all your papers, ignoring you when you tried to stop him.  “You’re messing them up.  Papa, wait!”

With your work in one hand he reached out with his other and grabbed one of yours, tugging you towards the door to his office.

“How does my room sound?”

“It sounds like a place where I'm not going to get much work done.”

At the door Secondo turned to you, a wicked smirk on his face as he dragged his eyes up and down your body.  

“Then it’s a good thing I’ll be there to keep you on task, hmm?”

You snorted, moving past him to open the door and move out into the hallway.  He gave your ass a light pat as you went by but you kept your eyes forward as you started to walk towards his quarters.  Perhaps a little break would help clear your head.  When you glanced back to sneak a look at him you couldn’t help but look him up and down as well.  Your Papa looked handsome and sinful as he followed behind you.  Like a gift from Lucifer himself.  

A gift just for you.

With a grin you started to pick up the pace, your footsteps echoing around the otherwise empty hallway.  Secondo was close behind you and when you blindly held a hand out towards him he quickly enveloped it in one of his own.  Words were starting to swirl through your head, ideas for the speech tumbling over themselves.  You needed to get to his room so you could write them down before you forgot.

“Hurry, Papa!” 

“See?  I’m helping already.”

You looked back at him, not surprised to see him wearing a familiar smug smile.  Under any other circumstances it would have annoyed you like it usually did but right now?  Right now you were nothing but thankful for it.  He grunted when you turned and flung your arms around his neck, his own arms quickly going around your waist.  Before he could ask what you were doing you were kissing him, making even more of a mess of his makeup.  

“What can I say, Papa?  You inspire me.”  He was still looking smug when you pulled away with the bitter taste of his makeup on your tongue.  “Quit that.”

“Just happy I could help, dolcezza.”

“Of course, Papa.  What would I do without you?”

When you turned to start walking again he stopped you, his arms pulling you back towards him.  His features had softened a bit, although at this point with how messy his makeup was he did look rather ridiculous. 

“Luckily for us we won’t have to find out, will we?”

“No, Papa.”  You couldn’t resist kissing him again.  His chin, his lips, his beautiful nose…anywhere you could reach before you finally pulled away, your hands coming up to cup his face.  “We won’t.”

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Commission for the wonderful and absolutely talented @ramblingoak who asked for watcher in the sky Copia!

Had so much fun doing this and tysm for your support! If you would like one like these go check my ☕ page

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I OPENED A KO-FI!☕

I will try and work on some stuff over there and you can support me if you want!

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I opened comms for pixel art characters over on my ko-fi! Go check it out!!!

https://ko-fi.com/silvussips/commissions

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I OPENED A KO-FI!☕

I will try and work on some stuff over there and you can support me if you want!

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This is SOOOO FUCKING GOOD!!??!?! I want to make videogames for Ghost! Let's team up!

(the dream daddy vibes are immaculate btw)

Inevitably, every once and a while, I end up making fake dating sim drawings- and of course it’s Copia this time

Detail shots below: