#Copia

[ficandkaboodle]

The antenna is like a tail, it wags when he’s excited can I say that

c: @satansprayerr

[shaykesqueer]

Transfemme Copia my Beloved

Cici is perfect and she needed Mama clothes to go with her Sister Imperator II fit 💅

I’m taking a break from Patreon stuff rn because lots of life stuff is happening, but there’s always time for Cici

[nastylittleghouls]

Copia: Didn’t you die? Terzo: That was a decade ago, things change!

[theboyofalltime]

Why did they have to The Swan his nose </3 Still such a beautiful beautiful man though.

Maybe it's not him in the mirror anymore...

Its the nose, it's such a distinct part of the face and his changed so drastically...

[bittybat28]

Copia digging through his desk drawers confusedly: “where the hell are those stickers for the good ghoul chart?”

Sodo: “oh..they’re in Phantom”

Copia stopping: “d-don’t mean they’re ON Phantom?”

Sodo: … -shakes his head- “no i meant what i said. he had the whole pack for breakfast”

phantom groaning from the hallway: “my tummy hurts!”

Copia sighing deeply: “this..is why we cannot have anything nice”

[aardwoof]

fic about aether getting sent back to the pit but it alternates povs between aether trying to survive, dew and the rest of the topside ghouls (and copia probably) trying to figure out how to get him back, and phantom who just got summoned and is Very Confused

[themratts]

❤️they are on a dateee

[cowbell-ghuleh]

LA Ghoulettes. Sister piece to the Skeleghouls one I did :)

As usual close ups below the cut.

[thelampisaflashlight]

Copia, talking to Dew in his office: "I'm not accusing you of anything, but in order to rule you out as a suspect, I need to know what you were doing last night when the the microwave blew up in the cafeteria." Dew, crossing his arms: -looking away- Copia: "Dewdrop." Dew, closing his eyes, embarrassed: "I don't wanna say it." Copia, firmly: "Dewcifer Maurice Drop, what were you doing last night when the microwave exploded?" Dew, folding like a house of cards: "Can I... Can I write it down?" Copia, confused, but relenting: "Alright." -slides him a pen and a notepad- "Go ahead." Dew: -starts writing- Copia, reading: "In your..." -pauses, looks at Dew, then back at the paper- "Well, there's Mountain's alibi... Oh. Oh and Cirrus." Dew: -taps the page- Copia: "...And... And Ps...Psaltarian?? Satanas..." Dew: "..." Copia: "...I see... Well then that..." Dew: "Yeah, I wasn't exactly gonna be able to walk after that-" Copia: "Right, you're free to go, I don't wanna hear anymore." Dew, gets up, moans involuntarily, braces against the chair: "...You'll tell no one." Copia, picking up the notepad: "I think everyone already knows-"

[foxybouquet]

I listened to four versions of Mummy Dust the other day, and made a Cartoon Copia about it.

[ficandkaboodle]

Headcanon I Don’t Really Believe But Wow is it Fun to Imagine #669

The vision in the left eye is always a crapshoot and it can fuck with a Papa’s mind if he lets it. Sometimes both eyes have 20/20 vision. Other times, it’s far-sighted but like. Hawk levels. It can get very overwhelming seeing that amount of detail in only one eye. Sometimes the vision levels are the same, but the left eye can see things not visible to regular humans (spirits, tiny imps, etc). Sometimes, though, it’s just-plain normal.

Primo’s left eye was very near-sighted, warped to see the composition of the spirits of people in his vision. Unfortunately, being that he was mostly surrounded by the Clergy, he became convinced of peoples’ rottenness. It wasn’t until he went on tours and began to see more variety in the composition of peoples’ souls that he began to question if maybe there are perhaps some people who aren’t entirely vermin. He keeps this to himself.

Secondo had 20/20 vision but was able to see auras. Wore shades to combat how overwhelming seeing all those colors could be. Large rituals requiring him to go without would mess with his mood due to overstimulation, but that’s only a part of why he became seen as so moody.

Terzo could see visions of possible futures play out in his left eye sometimes, while his right eye just worked like a regular one: It made him see things as they unfortunately were. Being able to see the possibilities while being forced to also see their realities took a toll on him, contributing to his simultaneous disappointment in everything around him while also chasing beauty. Meliora always exists in his left eye.

I think Copia thinks his eyes are pretty normal, as he doesn’t seem to see too far or too close or bizarre things. After all, Ma and Psaltarian can see Old Man Nihil. But here’s my headcanon within a headcanon: He probably can see more ghosts and spirits that live in the Abbey — if he became more willing to see them. Say what you will, but Copia is pretty self-focused while also being bad at focusing. I think maybe it’s possible that there’s also room for residual trauma or ignorance that also keeps him from fully realizing just how much exists around him. Maybe seeing Sister, Nihil, and the Twins is easier because he at least knows them. But maybe by opening himself up to the actual history of those that came before him, that, too, once existed, would allow him to one day blink and see that there’s ghosts in the Abbey. And they’ve always been there…

Bonus:

Nihil’s eye kind of screwed him over: Similar to Terzo, it causes him to visualize and focus on pretty things. Though in Nihil’s case, it’s hedonistic. He sees the beautiful potential something or someone can have in playing a part in a chase of delights. It’s part of why he can’t look at Sister without looking at who she once was; why he can’t look at his reflection without seeing who he was, what he could’ve been. Granted, I think his obsessive tendencies and homegrown inability to be here in the now definitely made it worse by making him cling to the past. What was meant to be a tool to visualize delights got morphed by his own humanness and turned into a crutch for him to rely on instead of growing.

[sacred-coffin]

I think we're gonna have to kill this guy @plaquerat

[dracop1a]

Cardinal Copia in arcane art style WIP

[nihildenial]

copia: *happily preparing table settings for fall festival dinner*

"now all i have to do is put out the cranberry jelly stuff"

*opens the can and shakes out the jello cylinder onto a plate*

"perfecto!"

primo: *comes up behind him and picks up the plate, taking a bite straight into the side of the jello cylinder, then walks away with it*

"thank you for the appetizer"

copia:

[neganwifey25-blog]

Not me reading this while listening to Year Zero live version 🫠🥴 this was so hot though ugh

Kinktober: October 18th - Thigh Riding (Cardinal Copia x Female!Reader)

Tags: Thigh Riding, Naked Female/Clothed Male, Sex Therapy, Praise, Innocence Kink, Squirting, 3rd Person POV

It was in the chambers of his eminence, Cardinal Copia Emeritus, that she would find solace on most nights. He was trustworthy, a friend to everyone, the easiest to come to for comfort in uncertain times. He knew well how to quell her nerves.

It started with just confessional, but only the afternoons where he would be on duty. He always knew just what to say. But when that wasn't enough, too little time in the day, she asked to meet him in his private domicile, for more personal, in depth chats. He obliged, of course, how could he refuse? Anything for this sweet, young Sister, whom he's grown ever so close to.

It was innocent, just chatting. Talks of anxieties, work stress, your average, day to day worries. The more he prodded for her to open up, the more she did. The talks progressed into that of her love and sex life, or rather, her lack thereof. She hadn't laid with another warm body in quite some time now. Her insecurities and low self-image depleted her sex drive, and her lack of confidence made it so she was mortified of the idea of anyone seeing her nude. Now, the Cardinal couldn't have one of his devoted followers feeling like that, he had a reputation to uphold!

Mentions of a so-called 'sex therapy' started to be brought up into conversation. When she innocently asked how much it was for a session he laughed and assured her it's not like regular therapy, in fact, it wouldn't cost her a dime. The concept is to pick a person whom you already know and trust more than anyone else to do this kind of thing with.

With both parties consent, you would let the other person (AKA your 'therapist') slowly get you comfortable with the idea of sex by building up intimate acts, little by little. Like just being naked around one another, for starters. That could build up to sensual massages, dirty talking, groping more explicit areas of the body, fingering, and ultimately it would lead up to sex. Boundaries and a safe word are set in place just in case, but things should rarely if ever go too far too quickly. When she expressed interest, who do you think she asked to assist her? Exactly who the Cardinal had hoped.

It went on for weeks, building slowly as he had promised. Their sessions were successful every time, Copia being a very attentive and gentle partner. It made her feel safe, valued, in tune with her own desires for the first time in many months. In todays session, they tried something different, but it was her favorite one by far. The pleasures of grinding.

She was naked, while he remained fully clothed, clad in his favorite black suit. The reasoning was to get her to be more comfortable with vulnerability, not being so nervous to be the first one unclothed. That, and he promised her grinding her clit against the fabric of his pants would feel unreal. He also wanted his work clothes to be dampened and tainted with the stench of her arousal for the rest of the day, but that was an unspoken, more selfish reason.

Her drags along his clothed thigh were meager, unsure of herself. It was clear she didn't know quite what she was doing. And while her naivety was as charming as ever, he saw by the look in her eyes she wasn't enjoying this. "Do you need your Cardinal to teach you, topolina? Do you need me to take the reigns for a little bit?" He cooed, in a way that somehow didn't sound condescending in the slightest. Copia had a way with his tone that made his words unimportant. She agreed, full faith in her beloved Cardinal.

He shifts his leg at a certain angle and flexes his thigh to make the experience more pleasurable. Leather bound hands resting at her hips, he begins to rock her slowly, her clit catching against the roughness of his jeans. Her slick gathers and leaves a wet trail across his pant leg where moved her. Exactly what he wanted to see. The way he did it was indeed a way better feeling, her eyes fluttering shut gently, soft little sighs and whimpers escaping her lips.

"There you go," He encouraged. "Let me make you feel good." Everything admittedly felt better when the Cardinal was in control. His voice was velvety and intoxicating, his hands were like magic, his movements were inhumanly perfect. He was unmatched to any other man in regards of sexual prowess, any other man she'd ever been with anyway.

The more she rocked, the wetter she got, the dark patch on his jeans just getting bigger and bigger. Soon enough she was able to guide herself, getting a firm grip on his shoulders and grinding on her own subconsciously. His hands slowly lifted from her sides, like taking off training wheels, putting them to the side. Her humping grows more bold, putting more force into really putting the pressure on her clit. Her moans grew louder too, without her even realizing, too lost in the feeling. She mewled Copias title, still has not once gained the confidence to call him by his first name, despite the professionalism being quite unnessacary. One day she will, and it will be while she's cumming around his cock.

"Cardinal, Cardinal..." She fawned breathlessly. Her riding becoming more insistent, voice sounding like what could almost be mistaken for a tone of distress. She was close, barely hanging on to the edge. Still, something was stopping her from teetering off. She needed some encouragement, poor little thing. And as always, whatever she needed, the Cardinal could provide.

"Doing so well, sweet girl. It feels nice, doesn't it?" He purrs. Her thighs shake. "I know. You've been doing everything right, you just gotta do one more thing for me. Just let go, topolina. Allow yourself to cum. Coat your Cardinal in your sweet nectar. Won't you do that for me?" The coil snaps, her little death arriving as quickly as it approached, flooding all her senses and making a mess of his fine clothes.

He holds her close, soothing her as she shakes and shivers, the intensity from the release she's denied herself for months was debilitating. She definitely needed some extra long time to recover from this one, unable to stand since her legs were now Jello, and extra aftercare as well. And he was more than willing to provide such, snacks, kisses, and back rubs galore. Whatever his little mouse needs. But as much as he loves to provide, he can wait till she leaves, so he can at last deal with this damned infuriatingly painful tent throbbing in his pants.

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[michiororr]

Hairless headcanon (I need to sleep)