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[hippotooth666]

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‼️‼️🚨SPOILER ART FOR RITE HERE RITE NOW!!!! ALERT!! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!🚨‼️‼️

i got far too lost in the sauce and this scene had me bawling bro literally watching his mother die right infront of his very own eyes and i’m trying to cope with the fact that everyone thinks he’s crazy and he’s all alone now GUH WAHHHH WAHH WAHHHHHHHHHH

[autumnblooms]

Papa’s got a new suit~

[copias-juicebox]

just want to bring up how amazingly tobias brought up that whole „scooby doo chase music“ thing with mary on a cross?

[themratts]

when it all burns down….

[writingjourney]

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

!!! this fic contains spoilers for RHRN, do not read on if you wish to remain spoiler-free!!!

It is an involuntary trust exercise. To give up what he built for half a decade, the legacy he took over, being forced to let it rest in the hands of someone else. Or: Copia is taking up his new position. It’s not an easy feat.

content: 1.8k words, gn!reader, angst, grief, hurt/comfort, some fluff and kisses, post!rhrn so spoilers, established relationship

Masterlist – Ao3 link

1 – White dust sheets cover the furniture like ghosts of a life left behind. The path forward is hidden underneath layers of insecurity and grief but as he packs up years of work in pre-used cardboard boxes it almost feels as though he cannot see the path at all.

His new office is just down the hall. It is a fast job. Two trips and his desk has become another ghost. One more trip and he has emptied out all personal belongings from the dusty shelves. The rest stays, not useful to him anymore in his new function.

It is an involuntary trust exercise. To give up what he built for half a decade, the legacy he took over, being forced to let it rest in the hands of someone else. Unlike his brothers he had no way to prepare who follows his footsteps and perhaps that is where the ache in his belly comes from – the uncertainty.

He cannot quite bring himself to unpack the boxes in his new office yet. But it is not his office anyway, Copia thinks. No, it is his mother’s office and he feels like an intruder placing his things on her desk. Her smell clings to the old fabrics, clings to him, a strong perfume that Copia has not been able to get out of his nose ever since he covered her body with yet another white sheet.

Yet another ghost.

It has not been long, he tells himself, a weak comfort. As he stands here with an old card she wrote him – Welcome Home, C! – he can hear the clicking of his mother’s shoes on the tiled floors like a faint echo that haunts the hallways of the Ministry. Everyone is busy preparing for this transitional period, mourning their Mother Superior, but now it is Copia who has to guide them, navigate them through this darkness.

He realises that he himself has footsteps to follow and that he is just as unprepared. A new era, for all of them.

“Love?”

He turns and his world lights up for a brief moment. You occupy the doorframe in a black mourning habit, the one all Siblings chose to wear in honour of his mother. Of course he finds that it suits you better than anyone else. But perhaps that is because he has felt the sturdy fabric against his wet cheeks so many times now that it means comfort, home.

“Do you still need help with the boxes?” you ask.

All he can do is shake his head. You approach and he wants to close the card, hide it away, not even sure why. You have seen the fallout, you have held him through the worst of it. Perhaps he is ashamed, in a way, that he cannot move on as fast as his new role demands of him.

“Was this from her?” you ask, nestling up to his side.

“Mhm.”

His hand is trembling lightly as you lay yours to rest on top of his. The swipe of your thumb against his bare wrist sends goosebumps down his spine and when you wrap the other arm around his waist his eyes are watering.

“Perhaps you can frame it, together with some photos,” you suggest.

He nods, leaning into your embrace as a solid rock forms in his throat. You hold him and he lets the silent tears run down his cheeks, gathering at the dip of his chin. Your thumb continues to draw slow crescents over his pulse. He can’t speak. He does not have to.

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2 – He is glued to the mirror.

You try not to fuss, he is nervous as is. It is first official day, after all.

“I didn’t know you had a new uniform,” you say with a lint roller in hand, joining him in the bedroom. The jacket is brand new, all black but unusual in its ornamentation, satin lapels that run from his neck towards his armpits. A clerical collar underneath sparkles against his Adam’s apple.

“I eh… splurged,” he says, cheeks dusted a bashful red.

He says it like he is wasteful, does it whenever he treats himself to something, but you also know he is wearing the same black winklepickers he wore as a Cardinal ten years ago, never replaces any pieces of clothing until he finds holes in the fabric, that he only bought new jackets when he could use them on stage to look his best for the audience. The suit is no different, it is as much a boost to his confidence as it is a display of his new status. A performance.

“It is a rather nice suit,” you note, running the lint roller down his back.

“Mhm.” He pauses, looks down at himself and tugs at the sleeves. “It is… unfamiliar.”

“You wear it well, Copia.”

He smiles and his confidence resurfaces. You find that he looks handsome in a completely new way. You have seen so many facets of him that you can tell he is beginning to mold himself into this role, even if he might not see it himself yet. In the mirror, a stranger is looking back at him through black-rimmed eyes but in time he will see himself again, a grown version.

“It is not all,” he says. “I… found something. In the desk drawer.”

He points to a velvety black box on the dresser. Inside, you find a beautiful ornament, two ruby brooches holding a bejewelled black grucifix, another ruby at the bottom. It is one of the most beautiful, elaborate pieces you have ever seen.

“A gift, I think.”

He looks uncertain when you glance up. But you have no doubt that it was meant for him, meant for today. You carefully take it out of the box, delicate as it looks it feels sturdy and well-crafted. One brooch to each lapel and the grucifix dangles over his heart. Light from the window catches in the gemstones, a prism splitting the ray into sparkles that reflect in the mirror, a spectacle of multicoloured beams flickering across the walls.

Copia watches the dancing lights, mesmerised, until the sun hides behind a cloud and the room is gloomy yet again. When you focus back on him a tear pearls from his left eye, running down his cheek and leaving a black streak in its wake. The piece is more than jewels – it is a memory, a promise, a token of trust.

“It is beautiful,” you say. “As are you, Copia. So beautiful.”

His smile is tinged with sadness but there is hope, now, too. You smooth out his jacket, admiring him for a moment, unconcealed, and he must see it in your eyes because the smile shifts until one corner of his mouth pulls into a lighthearted smirk.

“Do I get a kiss?” he asks.

You grab the satin and pull him close. One day you are going to peel him out of this jacket and it won’t feel heavy anymore.

✦ ✧ ✦

3 – You gently wipe at his under-eye. The black smudge is persistent and you stop when the skin turns red. Copia’s eyes are closed even as he holds you. Wrapped around you he feels hot to the touch, almost feverish. He has gone non-verbal since he came home and you give him the space he needs, soft touches, rest and quiet.

The tension of the day still sits in his muscles, you can feel the knots when you run your hands over his back. The hot shower did not help, nor did the pasta he barely touched for dinner. He did well, everyone said this to you today. Whether he feels it you are not so certain.

You lean in and press a kiss to the round tip of his freckled nose. He blinks at you through tired, reddened eyes, lips curving into a lazy half-smile. His hand tightens at your waist, slides underneath your shirt to feel your skin. He’s your whole world molded into the shape of a man. Love, stored in the crinkles of his crow’s feet, every line on his face, in the brushstrokes of grey at his temples, an endless supply.

“I’m so proud of you,” you whisper, trailing the curve of his spine.

His eyes open and you feel guilty for disrupting his peace. But then he pulls you ever closer, squishing, the softness of your bodies mingling with a comforting warmth.

“I don’t…” He stops, brows pulled together. “I don’t know if I can do it.”

“I have no doubt that you can.” You study his features, move your hand to trace the lines of tension and smooth them out. He lets you, eyelids fluttering at the soft touch. “Every day from now on will be easier, Copia. My baby, I have such confidence in you. Unshakable.”

The words stir something in him. Some wetness gathers in his odd eyes but he blinks it away. You have to fight your own tears, good tears, for how far he has come. Then Copia nods, nods again but with more conviction. A deep exhale through his nose and he swallows the doubts away.

“You are right, always,” he says. “I was Papa Emeritus IV, eh? I did that.”

“You did.” A smile, proud and amused. “And now you are Frater Imperator.”

“Mhm, I am.”

“You are the head of this church, they are still your flock, adoring you, admiring you, trusting you. None of this has changed.” You cradle his face in both hands, a firm press of your thumbs to his cheekbones. “And you are still the man I love.”

“I am?”

“Forever.”

He closes the gap himself, a grateful kiss, seeking. You try to give him what he needs, firm and soft kisses, hands roaming, legs entangles. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip, deeper still until all air escapes you and a dizzy fog fills your head. He is all you know, all you want for the rest of this life you live together.

The kisses slow down, not any less deep, and he cradles your head, keeping you pressed together. There is some need building, a languid wave that fades out in ripples. You feel him stir against your leg but he is not quite here with you, not entirely, and it subsides after a moment.

He breaks away with a heavy sigh, keeps his eyes closed.

“Perhaps not tonight,” you say, stroking his hair.

He nods and rests his forehead against yours. His breath tickles your nose, the embrace tighter than before. It feels easier now, somehow, and you can picture it so clearly. The future, him, and even in your head the world is quiet as you hold him close.

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed – kudos, comments, rbs etc are as always much appreciated ♡

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[stardustghoul]

I desperately needed to draw Copia's new outift

[blue-979]

A collection of RITE HERE RITE NOW memes

Spoilers Below!!

[can-of-pringles]

The audience at my theater all collectively groaned in annoyance over the cliffhanger

[systemic-dreams]

father imperator lookin ass

(post credits scene)

[miracl3-align3r]

RHRN SPOILERS AHEAD (As I’m showing/discussing evidence of possible future lore that would spoil RHRN a bit)

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I just realized that, in the Download Festival Jim Defroque video, it glitches at one point and he has ONE WHITE EYE AND PAPA EYE MAKEUP. This theory is fucking moving forward you guys.

LOOK

I’M LEVITATING

He is Copia’s twin/ Papa V, and you cannot convince me otherwise

(This is just a theory though so ofc I could end up being totally wrong lmao. Feel free to disagree.”

[rainxdewsupremacy]

I’M DROOLING

I’m sorry- WHY ARE THEY SO PRETTYYYY

[iamthecomet]

𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Dewdrop/Sister Imperator Featuring: Angst. Grief. Oral Sex. Pegging. Relationship Reflection. A sort-of one-sided relationship (but also sort of not?). Dew just has a lot of thinking to do. Word Count: 5k

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚁𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙽𝚘𝚠

The first time feels like the drop on a rollercoaster. Dew’s stomach letting go, dropping out when she touches him. A soft cool hand on his cheek first, then sliding down to settle around his throat. He holds her gaze. Waits. Breath catching. Blood pounding in his ears. 

He didn’t know what to expect when she called him up to her office. It wasn’t this. 

She taps her fingers down the length of his hammering pulse. Tightens her grip–just enough to make something in his body light up with worry and desire in equal measure. She smiles at him. It’s easy, predatory. In his long life he’s never felt so much like prey. 

He finds that he’s happy to let her devour him–if that’s what she wants. 

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝙰𝙾𝟹.

[moth-apocalypse]

RITE HERE RITE NOW SPOILERS!!!

Just got out of the movie need to say my thoughts omg... so major major spoilers!!

-THE END??? Thats honestly best of both worlds ending in my brain. Copias alive and well, but we still get a new guy(?). Very interesting to me..

-animated Mary on a cross SO silly so good

-GHOUL TALKING?? one line and I'm not actually sure if it was a ghoul but. Still.

-the orchestra ghoulettes oh my GOD. need to draw them once there's like, reference pictures online. Also their costumes were so interesting- a good mix of the typical anonymous ghoul costume, while still keeping eye sight free for reading sheet music imo

-rhe new song is actually so banger . So sad it's not like. OUT bc now I wanna listen more...

-dew flashing the you suck sticker to rain big screen..... hell yeah...

-all the fucking plushias in the crowd oh my god . It was so funny

-twin copia.?.?.? There were all those flashes of scenes related to siblings... is the new guy gonna be his brother/twin ?

I'm sure I'll have more thoughts once I've sat more with it but. Very very good movie, 100% will watch again if it comes to streaming ..

[copias-juicebox]

there were so many easter eggs in the ghovie and yet i am 1000000% sure most of them actually slipped my eyes so there‘s probably like a million more and i am so happy i got another pair of tickets for Saturday so i can watch it again!

[themratts]

‼️ RHRN SPOILERS ‼️

I think something that fucked me up a lot, and that I still can’t stop thinking about , was the emphasis they put on Copia being afraid about what was going to happen to him.

Like obviously yes, that was a good chunk of the main part of the film�� that’s why it’s called Rite Here Rite Now, yada yada. And, we have had an idea already, chapter 16 for example, that he was already worried….

But for them to outright say it? “Little Cardi doesn’t like that one bit” or whatever…. GOD just rip my heart out already .

Also, the backstage scenes got me terribly.

Something I’ve wanted so badly has been more family content between Copia, Sister and Nihil and my GOD did they deliver. To see them actually act like parents to him… uhg.

Never have I cried so much in a movie theater. 10/10 easily. I hope the other releases come soon, because I really want to see it again.

[deakyjoe]

Anybody: What do you think of the new so-

Me: BUT IF IT ALL BURNS DOWN IF IT ALL BURNS DOWN I WILL HOLD YOU CLOSE FOR THE MINUTE FOR THE MINUTE IF IT ALL BURNS DOWN AND THE FLAMES DEVOUR EVERYTHING THAT WE ARE I WILL HOLD YOU FOR THE MINUTE I WILL HOLD YOU FOR THE MINUTE IT TAKES