#papa emeritus iv * / headcanon

[ashthewaterghoul]

Something I realised is that Mountain has his vest on in the Ghovie but during like any other Ritual he doesn’t usually wear it and only puts it on for bows.

So, imagine Copia walking back stage at the Forum, and Mountain’s getting ready, warming up etc.

His vest is still on the hanger, ready to be placed behind his riser with his boots, and Copia’s like “you have to wear it tonight.”

And Mountain, big and burly Earth Ghoul Mountain, throws an absolute temper tantrum over it.

[dgaftilwedie]

thinking abt papa and his ghouls :((((

copia letting phantom catnap in his office when he needs somewhere quiet

copia who always lends a helping hand if cumulus needs help doing her hair

copia who's a sucker for mountain's head scratches

copia who can't help but agree when swiss invites him to the ghoul smoke sesh

copia who sits down with dewdrop in the practice room for hours just to make sure his part sounds perfect

copia who aurora will always come to when she needs someone to play pickleball with her when the other ghouls are busy

copia who tries all of rain's baked goods and even asks him to bake him treats sometimes

copia who willingly plays pranks on the previous papas with cirrus and thinks its hysterical watch their reactions

copia who comes to aether when he's having a hard day for some quality time and cuddles

copia jamming with sunshine and pretending he knows how to use a tambourine (he doesn't)

just :( copia :(( and his ghouls :((( fuxk i love them sk much im gonna cry

[gabitzart]

These two have been bouncing around my brain for the last year, it was bound to happen

[ghulehunknown]

Papa Headcanons - 🐱👅

WARNING!! - NSFW

All the Papas love going down, but they each have their own style

Primo

Prefers to get you nice and worked up, so he’ll spend a painfully long time kissing and caressing you before actually going down on you (so when he does use his tongue it feels explosive)

Says “My, my aren’t we a wet little thing?” everytime, knowing FULL WELL he did that to you

Soft and slow, very gentle

Long, painted strokes along your entire area

Massages your breasts while flicking his tongue around your clit

Uses his thumb to rub circles on your clit to give his mouth a break but doesn’t stop until you’ve cum at least once or twice, preferably in his mouth

Secondo

Roughly fingers you while eating you out

Spreads your legs wide so he can eat every inch of you

Loves to eat you from behind so he can finger your ass too

Grabs onto your legs and hips so he can pull your body closer to him

Wants to take his time and edges you - so he’ll alternate by doing other forms of foreplay (sucking on your nipples or pinching them, making out, fingering you)

Praises you (“brava ragazza”) for being so patient as he takes his time torturing you (“You will be rewarded, tesorina”)

Wants to do all the work so he’ll scold you if you start to grind against him

Loves to see his Papal paints smeared all over your thighs

Massages your ass and tits while eating you out

Terzo

Would die happy drowned in pussy

Wears the smell of you like a badge of honor the whole day

Desperate to eat your arousal and drink you if you squirt

In fact it’s a little game he plays with himself, to see if he can make you squirt (he’s almost always successful)

Dying to get you off this way before he fucks you hard into the mattress

LOVES when you ride his face; he wants to be smothered and barely able to breathe

Also into 69ing - you on top or laying on your sides

Favorite cunnilingus position is you on your back with your legs spread and one hooked over his shoulder while he finger fucks you and sucks your clit

Massages your g-spot when he knows you’re close to cumming

Darts his tongue in and out of your hole a lot (“Amore, how could I waste a single drop of you?”)

Suctions/sucks on your clit a lot and alternates that, flicking his tongue, and using the flat part of his tongue

While each papa has their talents and are very good at doing down, Terzo is the Prince of Cunnilingus - a cunt connoisseur, if you will

Immediately wants to kiss you during (so you can see how aroused he’s made you) and after because sometimes he’s sweet like that

Usually wants to fuck right after you’ve cum (while you’re still breathing heavily)

Copia

Kisses every inch of you

Moans as soon as he has you in his mouth; he can cum just from eating you out (pathetic little rat man)

Can’t help it and will stroke himself while going down on you, unless you have him tied up (to punish him for being a dirty, needy man)

Loves being submissive to you while pleasuring you - either kneeling underneath you while you’re standing or sitting on the edge of the bed/couch, or tied up to the bedpost while you ride his face

Wants to be used like your sex toy

Would gladly spend all day down there as long as you’re getting off

Heard somewhere that spelling the alphabet with his tongue will get you off, so he does that and stops at whichever letter or motion gets the loudest response

He’s got a little bit of washing machine syndrome going on - very sloppy and all over the place at times

Finds a steady rhythm, position, and stroke and sticks to it because if it always works why change it

Listens to your breathing get heavier and stays consistent with his speed and motion when you grip his hair and tell him “don’t stop!”

Wants to cuddle you after and kiss you and feed you snacks (one time he hand fed you fruit snacks while he was down there)

[farter-imperator]

Thinking about the quiet religious intimacy that comes with being Papa Emeritus.

Early in the morning, before the wake up bells have even rung around the Ministry, quietly walking around the Cathedral and lighting candles.

Dressed in a white chasuble, without his paints on. A simple inverted cross necklace on his chest.

Murmuring soft incantations to himself as he lights the candles in a specific order. Leaving an offering under the altar to Lilith, bending to kiss the statue's feet.

Packing the thurible with incense and lighting it. Inhaling deeply as the scent starts to waft into the air. Slowly pacing up and down the rows of pews, swinging the thurible, cleansing the Cathedral. The sounds of his dress shoes on the marble floor, the chain of the thurible clinking.

Once the room has been cleansed, he moves to the front row of pews. Kneels down. Holds the inverted cross necklace between praying palms, kisses it. It's been worn so much, held so much, kissed so many times that it's tarnished in certain spots. He always keeps this cross on his body, keeps it under his shirt when he isn't praying.

Muttering a Satanic prayer under his breath in Latin, eyes closed. Thumb worrying over the end of the cross.

He could stay there for hours, reciting to his gods, but he can't. The bells will soon chime.

Stands up, brushes off his knees. Stares up at the stained glass art of Baphomet behind the altar for a long moment.

Then gets on with his day.

[cupid-ghoul]

ghouls have fur and toe beans

that means they probably clean the spaces in between their toes like cats do

ghouls groom themselves and each other to bond and for comfort

that means there will be hair balls

can you imagine you're a sibling sneaking through the ministry at night and hear the typical cat hacking sound only to see swiss on all fours on the ground, his body doing the 🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗 , dry heaving and hurling up a huge hair ball

after that he just scurries off and you're left in the dark hallway with a hairball the size of a golf ball

[nastylittleghouls]

Mountain: Make their pussy wet not their eyes Rain: Make his dick hard not his life Swiss: Break her bed not her heart Dewdrop: Play with his boobs, not his feelings Aether: Get on her dick not her nerves Copia: Always salt your pasta while boiling it

[da-rulah]

y’know something we don’t talk about enough as a fandom is that it’s genuinely canon that copia humps things when he’s drunk

[minicopia]

Random headcanons about Papa's

Primo

His bedroom is a second greenhouse;

No, really. He has a lot of plants in every room. Even in the office;

There's time for a nap every day in his schedule;

Knows herbal medicine better than anyone in the Ministry;

Loves tea and Italian pizza;

He also loves candy, but because of this his tummy often hurts🥺;

Pipo often gets cold, so he has a lot of sweaters and warm socks. I'll tell you a secret, he tied many of them himself;

Often reads books while eating;

He loves hugs so much! They don't have to have romantic overtones. A tight friendly hug is enough;

To the brothers and sisters of sin he is like a wise, kind and loving grandfather.

Secondo

Stone Face 24/7/365;

He has bad knees, so he walks with a staff;

Despite his menacing facade, he's so sweet;

He has a chinchilla named Chessie. He constantly pampers her with treats and carries her with him to work in his pocket;

Prefers sweet coffee with milk and tiramisu;

He loves his younger brothers so much, but he will never show it to them, because showing feelings is not courageous;

He has a huge sweater that Primo knitted and Secondo often sleeps in it;

You will be surprised, but he is not the type who likes one-night stands. He prefers to help himself than to take advantage of an unhappy girl in love;

After retirement began to spend more time in the library. He reads a lot of books just to escape reality;

Sometimes he watches melodramas and dreams that that same beloved will appear in his life...

Terzo

Everyone thinks he's a whore, but that's far from true;

Yes, in his youth he starred in several porn films and once participated in an orgy, but that is in the past... Most likely;

He just loves wine. And spicy food;

Someone told him about 30 years ago that he eats too much. Terzo still struggles with Eating Disorder;

He really loves flowers and often helps Primo in the garden;

Of course, he enjoys the attention of women, but not when they just want to sleep with him;

He is interested in sewing, especially toys. Every child in the Ministry has a special toy from Papa Emeritus III;

He also embroidered elements on costumes his ghouls;

He likes opera so much! And ballet. If he hadn't become the Satanic Papa and leader The Ghost Band, he would definitely have become an opera performer;

Sometimes he feeds stray cats that accidentally end up on the territory of the Ministry.

Copia

BEST RAT DAD EVER;

The only one who raised his ghouls himself;

Lover of good breakfast, lunch and dinner. And snacks. And afternoon snack. Oh, he often eats something. And drinks tea with condensed milk or juice;

That person who eats away his troubles with ice cream and watches sad films in the evenings;

His room is littered with comics, video games and various action figures (he especially loves Funko Pop);

In the evenings he goes to the infirmary to visit sick children and reads fairy tales to them. Sometimes he takes a couple of ghouls with him to entertain the children;

There are always sweets in the pockets of his cassock;

Yes, he is cute, shy and funny, but when he is angry... He is worse than the Sister Imperator. Don't make Copia angry;

He is simply an amazing cook. Everyone loves his peach pie with ice cream;

He has serious problems with sleep, so very often at night Copia can be found in the garden while he admires the starry sky.

[ficandkaboodle]

My HCs on How the Papas Feel About Their Looks:

Primo presents himself as not giving a fuck about something as asinine and tedious as to whether or not he’s good-looking. It’s unimportant and stupid. Internally, though, he thinks he’s quite good-looking even now.

Secondo is aware that he is good-looking and isn’t above using it to his advantage with a willing party. He also knows he’s a bit of an acquired taste and takes no offense to that. It just means he’s gotta work just a tiiiny bit harder to get the one he has his eye on to openly swoon over him:

Terzo is aware others think he’s good-looking, and is willing to play around with it. However, he doesn’t actively see himself as particularly handsome. Not anymore, at least. He probably thought better of himself in his youth when he was still “new and full of hope (and cream pies)”, but that has since dwindled until he hated to think about himself. I think on average, he knows he isn’t necessarily ugly but doesn’t think he’s that far above average. But he’ll willingly present himself as completely confident in his looks and try to fulfill the image expected of a handsome man.

Copia is similar to Terzo in that doesn’t think he’s good-looking but will play along as such. But I think they differ in why they do so. Terzo’s is more akin to just sighing and going along with it — might as well, he’s already become begrudgingly used to playing along for the sake of others. Copia’s is born more from growing up lonely and ridiculed and associating that with something about him being wrong or unpleasant. That, and we know he apparently has some specific ideas of what a Papa should look like. He’s pretty positive the only reason anyone is “attracted” to him now is because of his power and the charisma he must exert while performing. Otherwise, he only has sparse moments when he thinks highly of his looks. But I think he’s learning to become okay with himself.

Conclusion: Smooch these stupid old men🫵🏽

[bittybat28]

Copia turns into such an old man at the end of the day. Once the suit is off and he no longer has to mask, there’s music playing softly from his record player, he’s shuffling around his room in his robe and slippers, glasses are on and he’s got a cup of tea waiting for him at his bedside while he checks on his rats and says goodnight to each one!

[leezlelatch]

Copia following your movements in bed. If you turn over, he follows, throwing his leg over your hip and locking an arm around your waist. Full body contact. Sometimes you see an arm pop out and search the bed until he finds you again, and pulls you close. You try to compromise in the summer, but he just gets you a fan.

[kaleidos-copia]

I just rewatched one of my favorite films, The Princess Bride, for the first time since becoming obsessed with Ghost, and now I can't stop thinking about Copia as Westley. All black outfit, gloves, mask, and even a little moustache... it's so Copia coded.

Not to mention Copia is witty and agile, just like Westley. He would scale the Cliffs of Insanity, duel strangers, and sprint great distances to rescue you, all because you're his true love.

The quote, "Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while," is also very Copia, isn't it? And just imagine Buttercup and Westley's reunion as you and Copia...

Need I say more?

[cornmagnate]

Looks can be deceiving

[library-ghoulette]

Headcanons: Copia (Papa Emeritus IV) x reader who loves to bake

SFW, gender-neutral reader

Some cutesy fluff that I haven't been able to get out of my head all week. Because we've seen him go to town on that whipped cream in RHRN, we know this man has a sweet tooth.

He finds out about your hobby when you bring baked goods to a staff meeting or a Ministry potluck. "Who brought these cookies?" "Er, I did?" "So good... Did you get them at that little bakery in town?" "Oh no, I made them!" "You made them??"

He would never outright ask you to bake for him, but he can't help bringing up those cookies every now and then. Just... wouldn't it be nice if there were something sweet at the budget meeting next week? People would probably like that?

You bring a batch, plus a little box with a few set aside especially for him. You pass it over to him in secret so that no one gets jealous, and he falls for you, hard.

He becomes your go-to person to test new recipes on.

Loves to hang out in the kitchen while you bake, chatting your ear off the whole time and stealing little tastes of batter and handfuls of chocolate chips.

Wants to help, but you always end up banishing him to a stool a safe distance away from whatever you're baking. It's not that he's a fuckup, but he gets nervous when he's outside of his comfort zone, and that's when you get chaos in the form of dropped eggs and tablespoons confused for teaspoons.

Asks questions about what you're doing and seems genuinely interested even if he doesn't really get the technical aspects.

Yes, of course he wants to lick the beaters. And the spatula. And the bowl. Yes, it does send your mind to filthy places every single time.

Prefers brownies and cookies just slightly underbaked and gooey, warm out of the oven. He's impatient and hates having to wait for anything to cool down.

He's definitely one of those people who make nigh-pornographic noises when they eat something delicious. Exclamations and expletives, moans, praise.

He has so much confidence in your abilities that it borders on delusion. This is a man who will see the most heinous challenge on GBBO, one that reduces the contestants to tears, and scoff, "Heh! You could do that, easy!"

He's careful not to take your baking for granted or make you feel unappreciated. He knows what it's like for people to constantly demand more and more, and he's not going to do that to you.

Realizing that sometimes you get a sugar craving when you don't feel up to making anything for yourself, he teaches himself a simple recipe for those occasions. Yes, it's just a chocolate mug cake made in the microwave, but he's so proud when he makes it for you. He always adds a generous dollop of whipped cream and some of whatever sprinkles he finds in your stash, usually Halloween ones.

If you find some expensive piece of equipment or fancy ingredient or novelty cake pan that you want but can't justify buying for yourself, he won't rest until you let him get it for you. Or, if you protest too much, it will just show up on your doorstep one day.

The first time you make a birthday cake for him--pulling out all the stops with luscious fillings, homemade buttercream, fancy piping tips--he tears up. Just stares at it for a moment in shock before blowing out the candles. Barely wants to cut it. Insists that you get good pictures of it before he does. It's one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for him, and it makes him feel so, so loved.

[writingjourney]

Thinking about Copia who talks excessively in his sleep. He tries to tell you whole stories at night, his voice mumbly and rougher than usual. He’s swallowing syllables, most of the time it is unintelligible and more often than not he speaks in Italian, so you don’t always understand what he’s saying. When you ask him about it the next morning he doesn’t remember a single thing. But other times he’ll say your name, followed by all the sticky-sweet Italian words he so often whispers in your ear when he’s awake. You stroke along his cheek, careful not to wake him, and he smiles in his sleep in the happy, carefree way that has your very heart aching with love for him.