#papa emeritus Copia

[infestissu]

DID YALL SEE THE BEHIND THE SCENES POSTS (all credits to french ghoulette on insta) (RHRN SPOILERS)

[bathyal-zone]

meow

(btw, just wanted to say that I also have lots of nsfw drawings on my private twt account if anyone is interested in seeing them! mostly terzomega! the @ is abysseel_zone)

[firefly-ghoul]

COPIA MOODBOARD

[citrus-wall-paint]

each brother's first day of being Papa, some more lonely than others

[southofsadness]

good news for everyone who is unable to see the ghovie!

[yollur]

Ily copita

[nekronyancer]

The Cardinal had a hard day

He needs to calm down and relax

Studying/doing taxes/writing reports is exhausting, but a glass(or 10) of wine can make it all go away, right? 🍷

[amparr]

Happy Pride Month!!

[saintjezebel483]

His eye 🫠 ✨

[selkiechild4998]

Ghoul Care within the Ministry!

Back with more ghoul headcannons! So we know how I’ve been posting about mu headcannons concerning the different elements of ghouls and with all these different types of ghouls, some need specialized care!

So the basic care that go for all ghouls regardless of element was the basics. There are medical check ups, dietary studies, and enrichment other than a select few being chosen to play for the Ghost Projects.

Medical check ups are hell. Dew is the biggest baby and will make sure everyone knows. Medical checkups are often preformed when new kits are born to the Ministry or new ghouls are summoned. While there are protection wards up for summoning only healthy ghouls, check ups are still needed. Newly summoned ghouls are also quarantined for the first two weeks of their summoning. This is to monitor their health, behaviors, and to make sure no sick ghouls already in the Ministry accidentally get them sick during cuddle time.

Trusted Siblings of Sin are often chosen to make sure the ghouls have the proper diet. The Pit has foods that are important for ghouls to eat to remain healthy they this team are put in charge of finding the best substitutes for those foods. They also help with some medical check ups when a ghouls eats something they shouldn’t. (ie a freshly summoned Swiss eating handfuls of moss when Mountain was trying to show him around the Ministry’s forest)

Enrichment varies from each element.

Fire ghouls like tucked away corners with lots of heat, so to discourage digging and destructive behaviors, in the Ghoul Den, a network of secret, Victorian Era style tunnels and cubbies with heating systems built in are made for Fire ghouls.

Water ghouls are pretty much set with the Ministry’s massive lake, so they just make sure the pond is stocked with plenty of fish and the occasional pool toy.

Air ghouls like to be up high, so plenty of high up shelves and cubbies are made for them. Even a couple of suspended hammocks!

Earth ghouls are low maintenance, they’re happy just being outside but the Ministry still provides some enrichment outside like tire swings, stock deer to hunt, and planting favorite plants around the Ghoul Den to ensure they don’t wander too far.

Quintessence ghouls are tricky. Each one is different. Omega would often follow Terzo around when he was alive, being entertained by his Papa alone and how dramatic he can be. Aether enjoys trying to hunker down with Dew in the fire ghoul’s claimed cubby. Phantom is the wild card. Growing up topside, he hardly has any instincts like the ghouls from the Pit so it is often to see Phantom either cuddled up to Dew and Swiss in the heated tunnels, held hostage by the ghoulettes up in their suspended hammocks, or sunning with Rain and Mountain outside by the lake. Phantom’s favorite though is dragging Copia into cuddle piles, their Papa being one of the very few humans in the Ministry they trust enough to invite to cuddle piles.

Some of the older quintessence ghouls, mainly Sister’s and Nihil’s quintessence ghouls keep to dark places in the Ghouls den, often snuggled together while hanging upside down from support beams.

[3hroo]

Papa IV 💙 (one edited so you can see the details)

[infestissu]

oh to be that can of Reddi Wip..

[caesariozean]

yeah, none of these are mine, just wanted to make a compilation of my favourite genre photos of copia i managed to find on pinterest. HES SUCH A SMOL TINY SPARROW

[zenith-hellbat]

My boy is finally finished!! I'm normally so shit at rendering, but this *chef's kiss*

[alien-the-ghost]

Five minutes

Kinktober day 6, quickie (Papa emeritus iv x reader)

Explicit 18+ only please

Summary: Copia is one to get riled up during his rituals, only allowing himself release at the end of the evening. He finds himself unable to hold back during this particular performance

Tags: p in v, masturbation, rough sex, semi-public sex

Words: 1,248

Kinktober list by @kroas-adtam, divider by wrathofrats, masterlist coming soon

Notes: this is very delayed! I will try to catch up as well as I can aha, I still aim to do every day

Read under the cut or on ao3 <3

The stage was still buzzing, vibrations of his ghoul's instruments humming aggressively in his ears, even after leaving the stage. A sweat across his brow, a slight ache of the hips, but he couldn’t acknowledge it, not when the vigorous energy of the crowd still coursed through him.

Clumsily, he stepped back out of the way of the backstage crew, several people there making sure the "old bastard's" coffin was transported safely and carefully. That left only you to greet him when he was due his five minute break.

Except you weren’t greeting him.

A hitched breath barely heard over the echoing drums, the infernal sight of you in the midst of pleasure freezing him in place. Your eyes were fixated to where the scenes replayed of him on stage, highlighted and strewn in green flashing lights as he had been only a minute ago. He was clearly the only thing on your mind, the one who had caused this scene of you sunken back into the plush couch, thumb circling, knuckles flexing right where he needed to be.

You jumped when an unexpected pair of lips crashed into your neck, head jerked and met with a familiar pair of heterochromatic eyes, clouded in a pure primal hunger.

“Did you really think your Papa wouldn’t catch you like this?”

“I-” you were cut off by another hungry kiss, lips glued to yours in an instant, his tongue sliding against the little gap until you gladly granted him entrance. His thigh rubbed against yours before you’d realised amongst this he had crawled up onto the cushions beside you, guiding you down slowly until your back had hit where you were once sitting, little whines leaving you when his mouth had reached your neck once again.

“Papa, surely we can’t-” He pulled off you.

“Perhaps you should have thought about that before greeting your Papa with such a lustful display, hm?” You thought, but couldn’t answer. His voice was gravelly and low, laced in a desire you were very familiar with. You knew how riled up he would become during his rituals, and oh how he took it out on you after... It was your favourite part of the evening.

“Do you want me to stop, amore?” His lips were only millimetres from yours, his words tickling against the swollen, sensitive flesh. You were impressed with how well he was holding himself together at this point, knowing that if you were to say  yes, he would be unbearably hard and distracted for the rest of the performance. Amidst the way you continued to throb from your interrupted touch, and how much he desired you, a "no" spilled from you in a small breath.

“But. You will be on that stage in five minutes, whether you come or not,” you warned, not wanting him to miss his own show due to him being too busy fucking you.

“With the way you have me feeling, that won’t be a problem.”

He pressed you further down, eyes locked into yours for a moment as if to freeze you in place. They didn't wander off, even as he fumbled with the laces of his pants, little growls of frustration making your insides flutter.

“Cazzo, if I knew this moment would happen I would have worn something more easy to take off.”

“You know you wouldn’t,” you smirked, “you know you look too good in these.” You reached out, rubbing against the ruffles and torn fabric that featured his curves. His thigh jolted at the sudden touch, groaning and pressing into your palm, still frantically pulling at the strings. He remained determined, until his cock was freed to the air with a hiss.

He said nothing, staring down at you like you were the only thing that mattered, the only thing that existed in this very moment when he lined himself up with your entrance. When you showed no signs of resistance to this, he stretched you open with a slow push.

He didn't even try to keep quiet, despite the stage having simmered down, unable to hold back any moans you elicited from him by guiding him deeper inside you all at once. There was only a very brief pause, a couple of sharp breaths and his hips started to rock, slowly. 

With every shift he melted more into you, a loud distant cheer reminding you both that you were on a time limit. It took one little nod before he completely dissolved, allowing himself the pleasure of gripping you by the hips and pounding into you with a deep desperation pouring out of him with every movement. You gazed up at the dishevelled man hovering above you, the way his stomach jiggled with every hard thrust, his lidded eyes lost in how you made him feel, mouth agape and letting out the most beautiful sounds that the audience was missing out on. Your self awareness melted away all at once, he was all that existed, the only one who could possibly hear the whines and whimpers that spilled out and flooded the little area.

You loved it, being so delirious in pleasure because he took one look at you and decided he couldn’t hold back any longer. He wasn’t alone in that, watching him on that little screen, his mesmerising movements and intoxicating stage presence, you wanted him to have you there and then as well. It was nearly impossible to register the roars of the audience, the sound of the saxophone, knowing you weren’t even a wall away from everyone seeing what their Papa was getting up to during his break. The incoherent thought of him fucking you in front of all of those people sent your hand staight back to your clit again, whimpering and moaning beneath him as he made your entire body bounce and ricochet with every hard thrust.

“Do you hear that? Our time is- fuck- is almost up.”

“I’m s-so close…”

“I know you are. Fucking yourself to me for so long. Showing your Papa what a needy whore you are.”

Your voice raised with every rut of the hips, his demeaning words clenched you around him more and more, the way he pounded you and the way he looked at you, the way he gripped you so tightly, your release crashed over you all at once. Ragged breathing filled the air, not long before Copia’s movements started to stutter too.

“Oh cazzo- oh, fuck!” His words dissolved into a prolonged growl when you felt him fill you with his release, with a few slow shallow rolls of the hips as he came down from his high. His forehead pressed against yours, truly feeling the intensity of what just transpired. His chest heaved, breathless. You pressed your lips against his nose.

“You have to be on stage now Papa.” “What? Oh, oh si yes of course. Oh merda…” You giggled again watching him scramble around, doing everything to clean himself up, dishevelled hair being thrown back and his pants barely held together by the string.

“You’ll knock them dead looking like that,” you smirked.

“I suppose I don’t have a choice now do I?” He looked mostly presentable, the evidence of what just transpired apparent in only a few minor smudges of his paints. “Wish me luck tesoro.”

“Good luck sweetheart.” You watched him stumble back on stage, a hope that perhaps this wouldn't be the last time he'd have to fumble himself together during a ritual.

[southofsadness]

can’t wait to watch copia shake his ass and then promptly die in 4k