#little primo

[ghostincorrectinternetedition]

Nihil: Sometimes, I’ll put a movie on for the kids in French. Then, when they look at me all confused and ask why they can’t understand it, I tell them “Hmm, I don’t know why. That’s pretty weird, but you probably just need a nap and then you’ll be fine.” Then, when they wake up, I’ll put the same movie on, but in English so they think they’re all better. 100% success rate in getting them to take a nap.

[royalarchivist]

[ficandkaboodle]

Stop starin’ at me with them big ole eyes!!!!

[callmelittlesanshine]

Everyone that doesn’t know the band always acts like they’re some dangerous weird cult when these pictures pretty much sum up what ghost is:

If the ministry was real I’d join without hesitation btw

[disneytva]

Animation on Disney - 2024

[yarrayora]

please understand that i do not share dino's bad taste

i love men with receding hairline

[green5quirrel]

This post is dedicated to that slow blink Monroe does when he's looking at someone he loves/admires (like a fucking cat does...)

[plushia-is-my-saviour]

I drew some gooby little drawings of the papas as cyclops today!

[aimless-aimz]

the way I’ve wanted to draw primotalii having some sort of interaction with my guy who just also happens to be one of the spiciest peppers is insane. I’ve only managed to REMEMBER to do so today. yea. praying the quality isn’t ruined

primotalii cookie is @shaadowmilkcookie ‘s oc and PLEASE look at their art, this is in pencil but primo’s colors are so yummy delicious

anyways as funny as it would be if these two were similar in any other way but spice and circumstance they just aren’t LMAO. main difference is moruga scorpion cookie actually hates burning spice meanwhile primo is having more sexual tension than there ever should be with someone like shilk

[immakuronaakuma]

You mean to tell me everyone was losing their shit over a Disney property only for it to come out and for it to be good or just okay?

That’s NEVER happened!

Except for EVERY SINGLE TIME IT HAPPENED.

[t1rkb]

Niles, A Little Bit Bad...

[itsbeesknees]

Oh Brother of Mine

Cardinal Copia x GN!reader

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Summary: Copia’s seeing someone, and it’s really no one’s business— but his brothers believe otherwise.

Warnings: none, just wacky hijinks and some fluffy crack

Word count: 1.3K

A/N: just wanted to write something silly today,, this is written with the pretense that Copia is related to the Emeritus brothers!

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“He’s late.. again.”

Terzo swivels in his seat, facing his brother with a quizzical brow and a cherry red UNO card twirled between the pads of his gloved fingers.

When Secondo mentioned their youngest sibling's tardiness three weeks prior, the trio did not truly care, as it was none of their business what Copia chose to do in his leisure. But now it was his what? Sixth time being late to their annual family game night. Which was odd, since you could harangue Copia for his flaws left and right— but you could never say he was not punctual.

This behavior was irregular, Terzo supposes, and he had no clue to what it meant in the dictionary that was his brother's mannerisms. Or maybe he did have some sort of inkling, a suspicion of sorts, yet bit his tongue anyways. Because Terzo wasn’t quite ready to air out the idea that Copia might be having some sort of rendezvous or sex-escapade with a member of the congregation, and he needed a fragment of proof at the very least before flinging out the accusation.

Even if Terzo was right, it was none of his concern. Well, perhaps a little teasing would dribble out as it was an older sibling's duty, but regardless he wasn’t ruffled over the possibility of Copia’s secrecy. Terzo loved his brother, really he did, and respected his private life.

Though, if this plays out any longer Terzo’s curiosity would win out and he would get nosy. Confidentiality be damned.

Secondo was already ten paces ahead of him, pinching the arched bridge of his nose as the soles of his leather brogues tapped irritatedly against the floors. Moments away from hunting his younger brother down with a skewer.

Secondo could be patient, as long as there was a glass of bourbon or pack of marlboros on standby. Which was unfortunate for him, as his cup was currently empty and he had forgotten his lighter.

Primo, as it would seem, is precedently unbothered by the whole ordeal. A glossy book rests wedged between his hands, the corners of the cover warbled and frayed, possibly from water damage. Occasionally, he would spare a fleeting glance at the door, before half-heartedly turning another page.

“Don’t be so impaziente, fratello.” Terzo replies coolly, turning back to the poor excuse of a card-tower he had begun meticulously stacking together. “He probably got wrangled into some last minute paperwork. You know, being busy and shit.”

The third Emeritus’s words sounded too much like a bald face lie, even to him. Because, when Copia finally opened that creaky door— looking rather flushed and disheveled— there were no paper cuts, or ink stains, or anything that would indicate a Cardinal who had been engrossed in filing.

There were, however, four fresh hickies on his neck.

—o—

Copia’s love affairs were no one’s business but his own. And it was certainly none of his brother's business. But whoever he’s been seeing isn’t just a fling, a one night stand, a momentary heartthrob. No, it was apparent in his goo-goo eyed gaze they were much more.

The hickies were the first indicator, purplish-red marks seen puckered on his throat in early March, with the spring equinox following only a few days after. Next came May and the coincidental routine of Terzo walking in on Copia fidgeting with bushy bouquets while awkwardly practicing ‘hello’s’ in the vanity mirror. Then, in mid-July, there were the content sighs that would always bubble past the Cardinal’s lips when he’d stare off into the distance for too long, and a constant fragrance of someone else’s perfume or cologne that always lingered on his cassock. Now it is August, so Copia is ‘quite serious’ with this mystery person, whoever they are.

“Satanas aiutami ora, I cannot believe I am doing this.” Secondo groans brusquely. He was way too old to be crouching behind a marbled pillar with Terzo, who tuts at his bemoaning and slides on a pair of sunnies.

“You act all high and mighty when you’re just as much of a snoop as me.” Terzo sneers. “Now stai zitto, I am trying to focus.”

Focus on what exactly? Terzo had no clue. All he knew was that Copia occasionally liked taking walks around the ministry during the early evenings, and there was a betting chance his secret lover may be accompanying him. So hopefully, when the Cardinal comes waltzing down the corridor, his brothers may just catch a glimpse of whoever held his rapidly beating heart.

Primo was strictly against this idea, pointedly absent in their antics. He’d rather spend his evening in his greenhouse, as he put it, before hastily telling them that they were both idiots.

“So, we’re just supposed to wait here like a flock of sitting ducks?” Secondo retorts, glaring holes at the ridiculous shades Terzo had donned.

“No. Sitting geese, actually.” The third Emeritus’s lips curl up into a smirk. Yes, Terzo thought he was quite funny.

Secondo’s gaze hardens into one of caution, warning his brother to stop while he’s ahead.

The sound of shoes tapping against the floors snapped the duo back into the present situation, anchoring their attention back to the matter at hand. Judging by the steady footfall the figures passing by were a pair, and the fiddly Italian lilt that was Copia’s voice confirmed who precisely the pair was.

Terzo motions Secondo to be deathly silent, before poking his head out from behind the column to sneak a slivering peek. Surely enough, there stood Copia, stopping and standing right at a crossway, jovially chatting away with someone.

Unfortunately, another pillar rested just shy of a few meters down, obscuring Terzo’s view of whoever Copia was endearingly talking to. He managed to glimpse at the tips of their shoes and hem of their unholy vestments, until they took a step back and completely vanished from his peripheral.

Terzo squints as Copia leans in and... kisses them? Hugs them? He can’t quite tell, and he’s this close to cussing at a beam of stone.

“Well?” Secondo whispers, impatient and wincing at his now aching knees.

“Aspettare.” Terzo mutters. “This stupido pilastro is blocking my view.”

It is then he deduces, brilliantly, to careen his head out further and try to bypass the pillar. And his plan was going rather swimmingly, until he knocked right into a candelabra and sent a crescendo of crashing and clanging steel right in his direction.

Terzo grimaces as hot wax flicks onto his thighs, the materials of his slacks doing little to shield him from the sweltering heat. Secondo curses, reaching out to grab his brother’s collar and yank him back into the solitude of their relatively lame hiding spot.

But it was already too late. Copia’s mystery partner had parted ways down a separate foyer, gone without a trace, and the Cardinal was stalking straight towards the two.

“Ah, Copia.” Terzo grins coyly up at him when he finally snuffs them out. “What brings you here, on such a fine evening as this?”

Copia stares back at him, blinking. “Were you spying on me, fratello?”

“Spying? No.” Terzo waves in dismissal, scrambling to stand upright besides Secondo. “A little information collecting? Sì.”

Secondo winds back his hand and whacks Terzo upside the head.

“Ok, well, ehm.. maybe don’t spy on me, hm?” Copia presses his mouth into a thin line, irked and slightly amused.

“Yes, of course.” Secondo says, clenching his jaw hard enough that they could hear his teeth grinding behind painted lips.

In the end, the Cardinal gives them one last estranged look, before pivoting down the hall. His partner still remaining a secret kept under lock and key.

Terzo has the good grace to act ashamed, until Copia leaves and he splinters into a much more comical smirk.

“That could’ve gone worse.” He tells his brother good-naturedly, who simply huffs fiercely, shoulders past him, and refuses to speak to Terzo for the rest of the week.

—o—

[ficandkaboodle]

Someone (I don’t remember Whomst but please do raise your hand if it was you) once proposed the idea that Terzo might be a bit of a pianist based off of this image

And I just wanted to say that I support this idea. Not only because I think Terzo being able to play piano is adorable, but because it would make the Kazoo of Destiny even funnier in my eyes.

Dude is a classically-trained concert pianist, would make so many of his peers swoon by doing that dumb “Oh is that a piano? Don’t mind if I do~” bit and playing a concerto off the cuff. He could easily wriggle in a piano bit for himself during rituals and acoustic sessions — and the Clergy would’ve been on board for once because they know the power that a confident, handsome man with strong fingers can wield on an already horny audience.

But nope: He toot his lil kazoo, his favorite party favor he got three years ago at a New Year’s Eve party.

[bayfuzzball7050]

El primo and Bo for the soul feat. My take on maskless Primo

I just think they’d make a cute couple

[disneytva]

After 4 years due COVID-19 and Strikes, Disney Television Animation returned to the classic "Disney TVA Animation Showcase" an exclusive employee only event where Disney Television Animation showcases it's upcoming slate

The showcase includes renewals and NDA shows., the event also showcased a first look to Disney Television Animation's 100th series overall "StuGo" created by Ryan Gillis.

[vpyre]

Doing a lil interest check teehee. If you want me to @ you if I do make it, drop a reblog or a comment so I can see your url :)

(I’ll also make channels for the other Papas and the ghouls, but Copia is the priority for me :3)