#Copia/Terzo

[vv0lta]

Whump Month: Day 2, Collapse

You gotta bear with me on this one, this is stream of consciousness that happened after I dropped one headcanon into a personal server about Copia attending the Papas funerals (inspired by me watching ‘The Haunting of Hill House’ with my friends and getting to the kitten eulogy because anything can be about my hyperfixation if I think hard enough) that spiraled into this. I promise ‘collapse’ comes into play but like...you gotta get there. Also welcome to me introducing you in the worst way to my own personal Ghost lore, more (and happier, I hope) is soon to come about Papa Meno, Beau (belonging to my lovely friend Brian), and Piccolo, but for now this is what you get, sorry not sorry.

Of course once again, this is for the lovely @cirrus-ghoulette‘s Whump Month, and I do hope you enjoy! Relationship: Copia/Terzo  Summary: Copia and the sudden, unpredictability of death. (Learning to understand funerals from experience.) Word Count: 2,512 Rating: Gen

      Copia was fourteen when Meno was killed, it was the first time he'd witnessed the death of a human, and the very first funeral he ever attended. And it was a very grand funeral at that, being that Papa Meno was well loved amongst the Clergy and by the Ministry staff, and of course by the ghouls. All the stops were pulled out for Meno, he was preserved and displayed in a beautiful, ornamental glass coffin at the very head of the hall of Papas where the funeral was to take place, and the turnout was more than almost any Papa had ever seen in history. The ceremony began with the coffin covered, and everyone would be allowed to see him at the end, but Copia couldn't take his eyes off of the curtain that hung in front of where he knew his father was laid.

   Nihil, the then acting Papa didn't want to Witness (in the sense of a priest hosting a funeral) the funeral, so the honour went down the ranks to the then Cardinal Primo. Primo spoke highly of Meno, of his successes, and of his life. How he served the Clergy well, and stayed true to the Path, and how he stayed true to love above all things. He'd invite his brothers to speak, and he'd invite Beau to speak, and he'd invite Copia to speak.

   But Copia would have no idea what to say. He'd never really had to think about it, the thought of his father dying. He'd been so lively, and youthful, and kind, the thought had never crossed Copino's mind in his life. And yet when Primo called him to speak, and he stood there in front of all the people that had ever cared about his father, it was the only thing he could think of. 

   The fact that his father had died. His father, this gleaming example of life and love, was mortal. And if he could die just like that, couldn't anyone? 

   He looked down at his shoes, and askance to the stone beneath where his father was surely laid, his eyes closed, his makeup viley painted on the once warm, smiling face that would greet him in a morning. And he wrung his hands in the way that had his father taking them both into his own so often with a quiet, "Copino…" that always made his anxieties fade. And when he finally looked up, ready to address the people that were waiting with bated breaths to know what the most beloved and youngest known son of Papa Meno had to say of his father, he caught the eyes of Beau - his mother, his soother - and all she did was nod, and the words poured forth.

   "My father- Our Papa, he- he did not...follow the Path. Not as closely as the Cardinal praised him for, or- or at least not in the way I understand the Path. Because what Satan wishes for everyone is the ability to be selfish, or at least- or he wishes that selfishness need not exist. That everyone may do as they please without that negatively impacting another. But my father he- My father was selfless. To his very core, all he did was give. He gave and gave all of the love he had to give, and so he did not follow the Path. Not in the intended way. He was selfish in giving his love away, and leaving none for himself. His selflessness was exactly what made him the greatest Papa. And-" he smiled, looking towards the plinth behind him, "- the greatest father."

   The three brothers had given him each their own signifiers of pride, Primo smiling at him as they crossed paths - him taking his seat and Primo taking to the plinth once more - Secondo giving him a nod as he sat beside him, and Terzo leaning forward to catch his attention, giving him a very certain thumbs up. And when the curtain dropped, and everyone rose to give their own words and to pay their own respects, Copia had very few words left to offer his father other than a quiet, “Thank you,” with a bow of his head.    The words hadn’t felt right at the time, and they continued to feel strange in his chest each and every time he caught a glimpse of the man in the hall of Papas. But each brother that followed after him to see him laid in his coffin spoke the same two words, so he supposed that they had been fine words to give. The funeral left him feeling closer to the brothers than ever before, and even so further away. A defence mechanism, he reasoned with himself, in case the same jarring fate befell any of them.

   It seemed he was right to be cautious.

   Copia was forty-one when he attended his next funeral. And it was just as unexpected as the last. But in the time since his last, he had had time to think, to ponder over what life had meant to him, what his father's life had meant and what everyone's lives around him meant. The nature of mortality - at least in the closest sense one could get to mortality within the Ministry's walls - and the possibility of losing those around him. So when he walked into the hall of Papas (his own father mounted at the head of the hall in his glass tomb, crucified inversely beneath the great stained glass window that shone down into the hall, painting the dull marble vibrantly. The stained glass had been his father's own installation, his contribution to the hall of Papas - aside from his own body, in the end - and it was just about the only thing Copia could bear to focus on), his hands folded neatly against his chest as he followed along behind Beau, and his brother Piccolo behind him, he had his words prepared. 

   He'd had them prepared for years, only altering them after certain core moments spent with each of them, each of his predecessors as they'd come to be. He'd never imagined becoming a Papa, his father had told him it would be an honour that passed to him as the succession allowed, but only if it was something he'd wanted. And really, it never had been something he'd wanted, he was more than happy in his role as Cardinal, and fitting into the position that he'd known his father held for most of his life never seemed possible for him. His father had grace, and poise, and command of a room that Copia had never inherited, but with time spent, and lessons learned, taking mental notes upon mental notes from each Primo, Secondo, and Terzo, he believed that maybe now he'd have the chance. That maybe he had thieved enough of each of them, and what made them alone wonderful Papas, that he too could make it into this hall someday.

   Though he hoped, not in this way. In the way of a glass box, wheeled through by nameless ghouls that didn't give him a second look as he took his seat. One of many seats, though unlike his father's funeral most of them laid empty. The Papas were so loved, weren't they? He recalled their lives in a flash, how they had given so much, had been supported in each and every endeavour, and yet; the hall was silent. Not even half filled with masked ghouls, Siblings of Sin, a few Clergy members. How could their outreach have touched so few? Copia's heart clenched at the wonder, his eyes darting to where he assumed Terzo would be roiling in his little glass prison. How dare so few people come to mourn him, and to celebrate him. Copia's words about Terzo shifted in his mind, he'd address that, certainly.

   And he prepared himself to speak as Papa Nihil stood to the plinth, though he couldn't help to keep glancing from the prismatic colours of the window, the sharp edges of his father's visage high on the wall, to where Nihil stood droning mindlessly about the relatives that lay adorned and cold. Copia's mind mixed memory with reality in each flick of his gaze, Nihil's colourless speech being replaced by the vivid one that was given by his son, Primo, all those years ago. Primo had Witnessed the last funeral that Copia had attended, and he had found himself moved, and focused - pin-point attention on the Cardinal - when Primo spoke, but Nihil's voice faded out almost the moment he began. There was nothing behind his words, Copia could tell, and even still he spoke? He decided to Witness this ceremony, despite his detachment? Was it not the same as one previous? Copia was half a mind to scoff, of course the dickhead would Witness his own sons' funerals, but not his father's. Pathetic. 

   But he kept his opinions to himself, and shuffled the mental flashcards that held his speech ready to be called to speak for the three men that had played such a large part in his upbringing. With each and every line that he recited to himself, speaking the words silently - his lips moving imperceptibly, and yet with more animation that Nihil was giving with his entire body - the corresponding moment that had prompted them flashed before Copia's mind, looping their best and worst times with him over and over until Copia was sure he would be able to give a play-by-play of his life alongside them when he was finally called up to give his two cents.

   But he wasn't.

   Nihil spoke and spoke, his hands moving but his words stone-still, and then he was done, and the curtain fell, revealing the Papas to the hall, and people rose from their seats to pay their respects. And Copia couldn't move.

   Where was his turn? Primo had let him speak- would've let him speak. They all would've let him speak, they all would've wanted him to speak. That was what this was about, wasn't it? What they would've wanted? That was what Primo had said, what Secondo and Terzo had both said as they stood in front of the hall, recalling memories of his father and everything he had done with and for them. 'It was what he would've wanted,' all of their voices reminded him. That was why Primo had called him to speak, that was why Nihil should've called him to speak. Copia meant a hell of a lot more to the three of them than Nihil ever did, so why?

   His mother's hands took his own in hers, gentle and soft, and familiar. The way his father used to. And she drew him to stand even though his entire nervous system felt frozen, like his mind was shutting down because, was this what they really wanted? Had it been something they discussed? His father had wanted him there, to speak when he was gone, so had the three of them agreed they didn't want him to speak for them? Was that why he had been snubbed of his chance to say his final piece? Did he really mean so little to them?

   His mother and his brother led him up to each of them in turn. To Primo, who looked peaceful in a way that Copia hadn't seen in a very long time, even with his makeup painted in its ever disgruntled expression, who he couldn't open his mouth to say goodbye to. To tell him all of those memories he held dear, of how he looked up to him moreso than he ever did the others. How he strived to be patient like him, to listen like he did, to pay attention to the little things like he did. Not a word left his lips that began to tremble, and he was guided on to Secondo.

   To Secondo who he hadn't seen painted in years, who was painted then and Copia could only think how much he wanted to wipe it away, that it would hurt him even in death. His hands trembled, walking up to Secondo, and he wanted to reach out, to gently wash away the paint that the man had come to hate, but they wouldn't obey him, just as his voice refused to speak the words he'd never said aloud. Because Secondo wasn't a sentimental man, he didn't want to hear the 'I love you's and the 'I appreciate you's, actions meant more to him, but even still Copia couldn't bring himself to commit to just one more loving gesture for him. So he was moved on.

   Onto Terzo. Whose presence in that box, arms pressed tight to his torso in a way that made him seem so much smaller, so much more uncomfortable, made Copia's heart scream. And he moved without willing himself to, breaking away from the hands of his mother and brother that held him, prising at the edges of the box futily with his gloved fingers. He wanted nothing more than to let him out, than to give him space, room to breathe and to stretch because Terzo hated being anywhere too small, and too tight. He'd always hated it, hated being crowded and closed in, hated feeling small. And they'd only gone and made him look so, so small. Copia couldn't bear it, he prised and gripped and thrashed at the boxes edge silently, tears falling from his face and onto the glass as his family tried to pull him away, but in the moment he couldn't hear them, all that his ears picked up on were the panicked, shuddering breaths of Terzo - his Terzo - when Copia had found him locked away in a cupboard, screaming and crying for someone, anyone to just let him out. Copia had been the one to let him out then, and he wasn't going to let him down now, he had to let him out-

   When the lid clattered open, shattering against the marble floor, Copia slid down, a slow collapse to his knees uncaring of the shards that crunched beneath them that sliced open his trousers and his skin alike. He'd done it, and his shoulders sagged as he let out a breath that sounded far away from his ears, his mind implying that Terzo could finally breathe. He looked up, to make sure he'd done the job right, and something about Terzo's face seemed to have smoothed out, his shoulders didn't seem to be hunched by his ears, and he looked so much more like himself. Enough like himself that Copia managed to smile. And his now bloodied hand reached over the coffin's edge, his knuckle grazing Terzo's cheek lovingly.

   "You can rest now," He spoke. And none of those words were apart of the monologue he'd prepared, but if there was one thing Terzo had imparted upon him in life, it was that you just make do with what you have, and if all the words you can muster are those, then that will do just fine.

   He would do just fine.

[unraveltimetravel]

Howdy, I’m Flowey! Flowey the Flower!

Nah call me Walker, 30/NB/US

This blog is a dumping ground (affectionate) for all my ships that get shit on for existing, mostly due to age gaps or fandom opinions.

If you have issues with these ships please move on. Respect me, and I will respect you.

***I’ll keep a running list of what this blog contains here so please read before proceeding ***

Papa Emeritus 3/Cardinal Copia-Ghost Band Fandom People hate this relationship cus most folks think these banana heads are related. No I don’t think they’re related. Copia is Satan’s son, not Nihil’s (edit 21JUN2024: ….. in my AU Copia is Satans son. Not Nihil’s)

Alcina Dimitrescu/Donna Beneviento -Resident Evil 8 Not sure why folks hate this one. They aren’t actually related and I think they’re sweet. I typically don’t ship them sexually cus I headcannon them both as shit hella asexual but I don’t hate on it.

Marty McFly/Emmet ‘Doc’ Brown-Back to the Future Yes there’s an age gap, no I don’t care, all content I reblog Marty is 18+ when relationships start. Also time travel fuckery lessens the age gap cus I said so.

Benjamin ‘Hawkeye’ Pierce/Father Francis Mulcahy -M.A.S.H -They’re cute together, again not sure why people hate this one…maybe cus Francis is a priest? Gotta love that blasphemy

Harry Hart/Eggsy Unwin -Kingsman Another one people hate for the age gap but ffs Harry wasn’t in Eggsy’s life at all when he was young and Eggsy was 22 before they met again. Also they’re cute as heck, who doesn’t love the badass classy spy with the scruffy lil street rat?

C.C. Tinsley/Ricky Goldsworth -Buzzfeed Unsolved Cinematic Universe. People hate this cus they think of it as Shane/Ryan. I don’t view the ship as RPF cus Ricky and CC are characters created by the boys, not the boys themselves.

Danny Sexbang/Ninja Brian -Ninja Sex Party Fandom. Another one people view as RPF. Let me be clear, this ship is purely the characters. I also headcannon them as a non sexual ship, solely romantic cus I think Brian is also shit hella ace. Danny just bangs every consenting adult he comes across and smooches Brian when he gets home.

More to come~

[janthonyfell]

Prompt: “What are you talking about? You're married!”

Ship: Terzo/Copia

Category: light angst or smtg

"What are you talking about? You are married!" Copia exclaimed as his hands waved in the air. The calm of the dining room was interrupted by that shout and Terzo had to take the man's hands and return them to the table to keep the gossiping glances away from them.

“First of all: calm down and don't yell. Second: I am not married yet and it is not a marriage as such, she is only destined for procreation, I thought you knew the concept of Prime Mover. And third…” Terzo's voice trailed off before he was able to complete his sentence. He sighed to fill the lack of response. "I can't do it without you. You know that I can't."

Copia creased his forehead in a grimace. He loved Terzo and wanted to accept the proposal to escape the Ministry before Terzo was finally named Papa and linked to his First Mover, but he had to be realistic, both had dedicated their entire existent to ascend to the positions they were in now; in fact, all the life they knew was there at the Ministry. They couldn't give up everything and run away forever from the Clergy, even if he loved the man.

The Emeritus undid the hold he had had on Copia to now take his hands lovingly, caressing his skin with his thumbs. Copia refused to look at him.

"Runaway with me. I know you want it as much as I do. Today, at midnight, grab a bag, pack up the essentials and we'll manage out there,” Terzo murmured, searching for at least one look. There was nothing. "Please..."

"I can't" Copia answered moving abruptly from the table. He pushed his chair out of the way and strode out of the dining room, leaving the youngest of Nihil's sons alone.

The next morning the escape was official.

As soon as the church bells struck 12 noon, the Third Emeritus' trusted ghoul, Omega, entered the church where the man's fiancée was waiting and announced the disappearance of his master.

Terzo Emeritus, as the last heir to the lineage, had abandoned the Ministry, leaving behind centuries of an ancient tradition and that young woman.

Chaos was unleashed. Saying that Nihil was disappointed was not enough however Sister seemed to have accepted that fate before. The rituals were canceled and all news about them was silenced while the most important members of the Clergy left the chapel.

Copia was devastated but he knew that was how things worked. The die was cast and it was a matter of destiny whether he would ever see Terzo again or not.

[the-pigeon-queen]

As eldest, picking the movie on movie night is his birthright

[oranpo]

📽🎞IT'S GHOVIE DAY! 📽🎞

Here we have everyone gathered to enjoy themselves and their participation in the movie, as well as the previous Papas being overjoyed for their brother's debut!🖤 You can see the love oozing from them

To anyone going to see the Ghovie in LA - I will be giving little mini prints of this illustration, so see you then! :' )

And to everyone, tag your spoilers and have a lot fun!🖤

[kabukiaku]

guys im coping 🫠

This is just a silly little what-if scenario that I’ll see in my dreams only. I really enjoyed the Ghovie. That’s some core memory shit right there. I had an absolute blast and I’m so happy for Tobias. 🖤🥺

[lyzpuffs]

This is exactly what I imagined when i read it at first.. inspired by @em0bussy ‘s post

[bribinart]

this guy am i right

[vogelfreyh]

New Legacy ❤️‍🔥💀

After ages finally I drew some new Ghost art hehe

[niceandcozycave]

Terzo and Copia be like

[robboyblunder]

Remember how I said I couldn't stop thinking about Ghouls? yeah LOL. Anyways, I finally finished my "Ghoul Guide" which is a comic featuring made up lore about summoning nameless ghouls as well as things about them and their roles!

this by no means is comprehensive of everything I've made up for them, but I'm testing the waters with this comic! if it gets enough love I'll make an additional comic about ghoul origins, element types, and maybe even design non-assigned ghoul outfits for each era costume hehe.

ID in ALT text! transcript for comic text under the cut!

Transcript is numbered for each page the text is for!

A rite of passage for becoming “Papa”, It starts with a will and your judgement

A specialized chamber is necessary, 1) to avoid interference 2) to prevent escape.

After all; feral ghouls are raw elements, And to survive, one must tame them.

Each element has a diversity of strengths and rarity / and the first ghoul summoned sets precedent for how a leader is perceived.

Additionally, the first is the personal servant and an important assistant for life; Often times assistance is needed for future summoning, but a limit of 2 maintains respect to show you’re still capable.

However, they must accept you- you must earn their respect, and they only choose if willing. And they are not always willing.

One must be prepared to face Hell itself. To prove one is worthy to take the stage, controlling the devil’s magic is key.

It’s important to roll the dice and summon a variety, but one may only tame as many as the power of their sin allows, which, naturally, varies.

And while they’re loyal as determined by one’s rank… / Remember: The ministry comes first.

Ghoul records broken by copia.

Record: Most ghouls summoned at one time: 8 (10 including past members), Record: Most obedient first summon (for an amateur).

Record: Most powerful summons (2 S-Class ghouls); All consuming Hell Fire (AKA: “Sodo” or “Dew”); Hurricane From Hades (AKA: “Cumulus”); Record: Most elemental offshoots summoned (3). Offshoots of (then lists the symbols for quintessence and fire).

ghoul roles.

Assistance, Fighting.

Personal Guard, And of course: Performing.

end transcript.

[tasty-ribz]

Remember to sin all year round not just for one month

[irlplasticlamb]

welcome year zero.

prints + buy my tee (5% of proceeds donated to medical aid for palestinians) + commission info pinned to profile

[bonesy-doodles]

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!

[probably-impossible]

Sister: I support all the Papas equally. :)

Also Sister: I don't care for Terzo.

[kabukiaku]

chibi papas ❤️💚💜💙