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I made an Opus Eponymous inspired rosary! The first one is what it looks like all straightened out, but you have to click on it lol. Might sell it on my Etsy sometime if there’s any interest :)
#vpyre’s verbosity#my creations#my art#my rosaries#ghost#ghost bc#the band ghost#opus eponymous#primo#papa emeritus I#queue will never walk alone
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Wow this is doin numbers
Sucks to be a Copia fucker whose main love language is physical touch. Like wdym I can’t grope his ass and grab his thighs and squish his tummy and squeeze his hips???? They look like they were made to be touched and worshipped and I think about them more than is probably healthy 🫠
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Some friends in my Copia discord server told me to post this lmao
#made this in about ten minutes so it’s crappy#but I think it adds to the charm 😌#vpyre’s verbosity#my memes#copia#frater imperator#papa emeritus iv#cardinal copia#sister imperator#ghost#ghost bc#the band ghost#rhrn#rite here rite now
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I guess I’m making this a series! Here’s my Infestissumam inspired rosary! Once again, I’ll put this on my Etsy if there’s enough interest <3
Opus Rosary
Detail shots under the cut
#vpyre’s verbosity#my creations#my rosaries#rosary#ghost#ghost bc#the band ghost#infestissumam#secondo#papa emeritus ii
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A Quick Taste
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Tags: gn!Reader/Copia, submissive/needy Copia, oral sex, he’s pathetic even when he’s getting his dick sucked, some dirty talk, backstage shenanigans, some ageplay undertones (Copia’s just a little guy), some scent/sweat kink
SOMEONE can’t keep from getting horny on stage, so it’s up to you to provide some quick intermission relief.
The intermission announcement echoes through the concert hall, and you sit up from where you’d been resting on the couch, enjoying Copia’s muffled- but still unquestionably lovely- singing from the other side of the wall. There’s the sound of a door opening and clattering footsteps. He sprints backstage and darts around like a madman. He’s looking for someone. Looking for you, if the prominent tent in his pants is any indication. You smile and roll your eyes, heart full of fondness for your poor, easily excited sweetheart.
“Copia! I’m over here!” You wave him over.
He stops in his tracks, perks up, then scurries over to the couch where you’re sitting. He’s definitely hard. You raise an eyebrow at him and his ears flush pink.
“Got too, ehhh, excited during the last song.” He chuckles sheepishly, fiddling with his gloves. “Do- do you mind if I- just really quickly- uhm…”
You grab the waistband of his jeans and yank him towards you. He yelps in surprise, grabbing your shoulders to catch his balance, ears burning red now.
Smiling up at him mischievously, you start undoing the laces of his pants. “Are you wearing underwear, or were you feeling like a whore tonight, Papa?”
He bites his lip and fidgets for a moment, looking down, avoiding your gaze. “I- I’m not,” he admitted. “I wanted to see if I could go the whole show without, uh…” he paused, then mumbled, “getting hard.”
“And what does that make you?” He says nothing, glancing nervously off to the side. You grab his chin firmly and force him to look at you. “Say it, amorino.”
“…A whore.”
You smile and let his face go with an affectionate pat. “Good boy. Now…” you murmur, running your hands slowly and deliberately down his chest, down his sides, following the dip of his waist and the swell of his hips. “Let’s see that pretty cock, sweet boy.”
He whines eagerly and his fingers dig into your shoulders as you pull the front of his jeans down. His dick springs free, stiff, flushed, and already leaking. Shooting him a roguish grin, you run a finger teasingly along the underside. He bites his lip and hums softly.
“My goodness, baby. You’re absolutely dripping,” you croon. “We’ll be done well before the end of intermission, I think. Now come a little closer, darling. I’m gonna clean you up a bit.”
He nods enthusiastically and inches closer, cock bobbing up and down, dribbling precum on your lap. Oh, your lovely, needy, perfect boy. You wrap your hand around the base and he takes a deep, shuddering breath, eyes fluttering closed as you lick gently at the tip in long, slow strokes. His precum is sweet, just like him. You savor the taste, swirling your tongue around his cockhead and pressing it into his slit. His breathing is ragged, and he moans so beautifully as you run your tongue down to the base, nosing at the soft, greying hair just above. You draw in a deep breath, nuzzling closer, savoring the heady, intoxicating scent of his sweat. You dip down to mouth at his balls, and the slight saltiness from his earlier exertions makes your mouth water. He groans, hips jolting, cock twitching as you fondle him with your tongue. When you gently suck them into your mouth, he lurches forward and whimpers out a rapturous “Oh-!” that burns through your veins and pools between your legs. Fuck, you love the sounds he makes.
You pull back with a quiet pop, then dive back in, licking hungrily at the sweat that still lingers. His blissful little sounds fill the air, a steady stream of gorgeous moans and gasps spilling from his mouth. His cock is stiff and drooling, a warm rivulet of precum rolling down the shaft and onto your cheek. Sathanas, he’s such a beautiful mess. You follow the flow back up with your tongue, ravenously lapping up every bit. You can’t help it; he just tastes so fucking good.
You close your lips around the tip and lave your tongue over his slit again and again and again, relishing every sweet drop that seeps out. He whines brokenly, drawn-out and tremulous, scrabbling at your shoulders as you take a little more of him into your mouth, tongue still working feverishly. He sounds so fucking pretty, every whimper and every cry tingling across your skin and burning through your bones as your lips and tongue stroke him faster and faster.
He fists his hands in your hair, hunched and shaking with sheer bliss as he cries, “Cazzo, amore mio! Please! Ah- sathanas! Please-!”
You can’t stifle your low groan of pleasure as he falls apart under your tongue. He’s so beautiful like this, debauched and desperate and trembling and begging and-
“Oh, amore. Amore! I’m gonna- ah! T- tesoro, I’m gonna cum-“
He spasms and shudders, a sharp wail tearing from his throat, and a warm gush of spend spills onto your tongue. You can’t get enough, reveling in the taste as you work him through his climax, hungrily drinking up every drop as he claws at your shoulders, twitching and gasping. His cock twitches and throbs in your mouth as you suck him dry.
You pull away and wipe the drool and pre from your face, utterly satisfied. He’s still holding onto you in a daze, hair falling loose around his face, looking for all the world like you’d just sucked his brain out through his dick, and you bask in the sight. God, he looks so cute when he’s been fucked stupid.
There’s a rustle of movement from the other end of backstage and you hear the ghouls chattering as they get ready to head back out. You look back up at Copia and he’s blinking owlishly down at you. Clearly his brain is still in the process of turning back on. You chuckle. He’s so painfully endearing. A pat on his thigh gives him the little kickstart that he needs and he straightens up abruptly.
“Cazzo! Oh shit. Amore, I- eh, I gotta go.” He shoves himself back in his pants, fumbling clumsily with the laces. “Th- thank you!”
You bark out a laugh. “Anytime, sweetheart. Just come find me after the ritual; I’m gonna need you to return the favor. Alright, baby?”
He stops messing with the strings, looking up at you and nodding eagerly, eyes lighting up with excitement. You wave him off so he doesn’t miss his cue, and he stumbles away with an awkward little wave, still trying to tie up his pants as he goes.
#I wasn’t sure this was post-worthy but my friend seemed very VERY enthusiastic about it when they said it was#so here y’all go lol#vpyre’s verbosity#my writing#ghost#ghost bc#the band ghost#copia#cardinal copia#papa emeritus iv#frater imperator#copia x reader
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My boyfriend drew Terzo in this shirt I found while I was visiting my aunt in Austin Texas
Here is the result
#I love them so much for this#vpyre’s verbosity#Terzo#papa emeritus iii#Papa emeritus#ghost#ghost bc#the band ghost
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77. “do you like it when i touch right here?” for copia and anyone of your choosing
Hehehe hell yeah >:3
From now on (I say as if I haven’t been doing it already lmao) I think I’ll just default to a reader insert when there isn’t a character specified, if that’s alright with y’all!
Copia sucks in a small gasp, lips parting ever so slightly, head falling back against the headboard with a quiet thunk as you slide your hands slowly and deliberately up the bare skin of his thighs. His cock twitches where it lays, stiff and already leaking, on his stomach. A longing whine quavers in his throat.
“Amore-“
You gently knead at the soft flesh of his inner thighs and he cuts himself off with a blissful little hum. The sound sends a pulse of warmth tingling through your veins to pool between your legs, thick and sweet like honey. He was too precious; it was going to be the death of you one day. He’d make that sound, look at you with those soft, lovestruck eyes, and you’d simply melt away into nothingness.
“Yes, il mio piccolo?” you croon. He blushes faintly at the endearment, looking away bashfully.
“That feels really nice,” he murmurs shyly, and his flush darkens. You can’t resist, not when he’s being this sweet. Gently, you slide a finger under his chin and guide his face to yours, capturing his lips in a kiss so slow, so tender it aches. He whimpers softly, and you open your mouth as if to taste it. He follows your lead, parting his lips eagerly to let your tongue slip inside. You lick leisurely into his mouth, tasting the sweetness of the peach wine from earlier that has been left, forgotten, on the nightstand. Your tongue rubs up against his, and he moans so wantonly, you know your underwear is done for.
Humming with pleasure, you pull away so you can tell him how good he’s being, but he lets out a pathetic whine and leans forward, chasing after you in a desperate attempt to keep your lips on his. You huff affectionately and put a hand on his chest, holding him down. He looks so lost and forlorn it’s almost comical, even as it tugs painfully at your heartstrings.
“Aww, baby! I’m sorry!” You cup his face in your hands and stroke your thumbs over his cheekbones. “I was just about to tell you how lovely you are. You were doing so well, I wouldn’t punish you for that,” you reassure him. He nods, looking up at you with wide eyes brimming with devotion. Fucking hell. Those eyes spark something in you, a surge of heat that ignites a wild hunger.
You yank him into another kiss, this one ravenous and insistent. Licking into his mouth with fervor, your tongue curls over his teeth and tangles with his tongue. Your muffled groans mingle with his needy whimpers and you feel his hands scrabble frantically at your back. Twining your fingers in his hair, you reach your other hand down to wrap around his cock. He jerks and keens into your mouth, all high-pitched and squeaky, and you have to pull back to catch the breath he just stole from you with that perfect little noise.
“Do you like it when I touch right here, sweet thing?” you pant, rubbing him torturously slow, drawing out a breathy moan from his kiss-red lips.
“Y- yes, tesoro,” he gasps. “Fuck-”
He bucks his hips, and you can tell he’s not gonna last long. Your hand is already slick with his pre and he’s red in the face, utterly ruined with just a few strokes. God, he’s pathetic. And so fucking cute.
“Oh, my sweet boy. You’re so fucking pretty. So good for me. So fucking good,” you groan, pumping your fist up and down as he squirms and thrusts desperately into your hand; short, sharp cries filling the air. His hips jerk and stutter and jolt; his brows furrow, his eyes scrunch shut, his hands fist in the sheets. His movements are erratic and frenzied, his moans and gasps and cries are getting louder and louder and-
A wail bursts from his throat and you watch, breathless, as thick, white ribbons of spend paint his stomach. You slow, but keep stroking until his euphoric little “ah!”s fade to quiet sighs of pleasure and relief and he relaxes, eyes fluttering shut, going boneless from exertion and satisfaction.
You sit there while he recovers for a second, drinking in the sight of him like he’s water in the desert. He’s gorgeous like this, worn out and covered in his own release, and you wish you could stay here, in this moment, for the rest of time. Just looking. Just adoring.
He blinks lethargically at you, probably wondering why you’re so quiet. But when he sees how you’re looking at him, his eyes soften and he smiles that achingly beautiful smile. The one that only you get to see. The one that tells you more than any words ever could. He reaches for you, and you scoop him into your arms and hold him close, pressing gentle kisses to the top of his head.
#I was in a mood when I wrote this lmao#someone kept putting soft Copia headcanons on my Twitter tl and it got me feeling really really affectionate towards him#teehee :3#vpyre’s verbosity#requests#my writing#ghost#ghost bc#the band ghost#copia#frater imperator#papa emeritus iv#cardinal copia#copia x reader
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Copia orgasm face poster is heeeeere ✨
#I’m putting him right above my bed 🥰#god I’m so fucking happy with it#it’s actually such a pretty poster#vpyre’s verbosity#copia#papa emeritus iv#ghost#ghost bc#the band ghost
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He spends most of his time at the clergy isolated in his room singing to his rats and teaching them tricks <3
To him, they’re a representation of how he feels sometimes. They can learn tricks that awe and amaze, but that doesn’t change how skittish and uncertain they are by nature
To him they represent his hope that one day- somehow, some way- someone will be to him what he is to his rats. A grounding and comforting presence that he can be completely and totally at ease around. Someone he can be his full self with
And of course, as with his rats, he is more than eager to please and be rewarded ;P
He is an extremely forgiving and accepting person, willing to hear anyone out about anything (even if it conflicts with his personal values) unless it involves hurting someone
He’s trans
He’s so trans
He’s also autistic (or some form of neurodivergent) bc I’m autistic and I say so
Seriously though, he loves nice textures and is very tactile-oriented.
He happy stims only when he’s at a ritual where he can play it up for theatricality or when he’s with someone he fully trusts. Doing little jumps and bounces is, of course, one of his stims bc have you seen him? He’s always hopping and skipping around on that stage.
He also has trouble untangling any emotion more complicated than bare bones happiness or sadness, and he has a hard time dealing with them in a healthy way.
When he’s upset, he implodes instead of taking it out on others. That doesn’t mean that pushing him past his limit is any less of a horrible idea than it would be if he always lashed out. He may constantly be doing insane social gymnastics to keep from hurting other people’s feelings, but there comes a time for everyone when enough is enough. So don’t go there.
He’s definitely a morning person, as much as I hate to admit it (coming from a night owl that wakes up at one pm at every opportunity). He loves watching the sun rise while sitting out on a clergy balcony with a cup of cocoa in his hand and rats curled up on his lap
He has a hard time not dozing off if it’s after eleven pm and he’s in his room, and he loves falling asleep either curled up in his partner’s arms or with his head in their lap.
Playing with his hair while you cuddle is a surefire way to make him sleepy. It just feels so nice and makes him feel so safe <3
reblog this with ur copia headcanons, I wanna see what y’all have to say. I’ll go first:
- copia lifts his leg up when kissing
#this got a little out of hand lol#hope y’all like my headcanons for this lil guy#vpyre’s verbosity#my writing#kinda#headcanons#papa emeritus#papa emeritus iv#cardinal copia#papa copia#copia#popia#cardi c#ghost#the band ghost#ghost bc
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Grell sutcliff smut hcs w/ switch fem afab reader pls?
You betcha! Thanks for the request, I hope you like it! It’s been a while since I’ve written something for her, so fingers crossed I pulled it off without being ooc lol
Grelle Sutcliff Smut Headcanons ❤️
Everything about her is intense, and that translates well to the bedroom. She’s just about the most passionate person you could possibly imagine. Spontaneous sex is a regular occurrence and so is body worship. She is utterly obsessed with you and your body and takes every opportunity to show it <3
Her absolute favorite thing to do to you is tease you in situations where you can’t do anything about it, like in front of others or out in public. It’s usually pretty subtle; swaying her hips a bit more when she walks, biting her lip while she thinks, licking her fingers off ridiculously slowly if you’ve gone somewhere to eat. She loves testing your restraint because it usually gets some enthusiastic results when the two of you find somewhere private.
Some other things she really enjoys doing to you are edging you, eating you out, and biting you. If you’re into pain, those teeth will give you a very good time. Them fuckers are sharp. And when she eats you out she savors every second; her tongue game is fucking heavenly
She loves being tied up; her favorite material is rope, with chains as a close second. She’s quite a masochist and about as far from vanilla as one can get. She likes to be humiliated just as much as she likes to be praised.
She’s an outright goddess when it comes to aftercare. She busts out the fluffy blankets, the tea/hot chocolate, and- if we’re talking modern AU- your favorite movies/tv shows. If you’re the one giving her aftercare, she’s extremely cuddly and very likely to fall asleep :)
#I hope this was good 😭#I haven’t done anything Grelle related in years 8)#grelle sutcliff#grell sutcliff#grell x reader#grell sutcliff x reader#black butler#kuroshitsuji#my writing#my headcanons#vpyre’s verbosity
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I once saw someone say “I don’t know if I want to be him or be in him” and I have never resonated so deeply with a tiktok comment.
#this is about Copia btw#isn’t it always?#like yeah he’s literally me#but I also want to fuck him stupid#I want him bouncing on it#I want him sobbing#I want him squirming underneath me#I want him whimpering and whining and begging#normal thoughts from a normal guy 🥰#vpyre’s verbosity#copia#frater imperator#papa emeritus iv#cardinal copia#ghost#ghost bc#the band ghost
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN YALL ^w^
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Duality of man
#I find this amusing lol#two very different vibes for two very different people#also those are about the same clip. the second one is just in gif form#vpyre’s verbosity#ghost#ghost bc#the band ghost#copia#cardinal copia#papa emeritus iv#frater imperator
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Back to salivating over Copia’s thighs once more. The world is healing
#oh how I’ve missed those gifsets#vpyre’s verbosity#copia#papa emeritus iv#ghost#ghost bc#the band ghost
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my mind has been plagued with the thought of bending copia over my knee and spanking him with one of those heavy brass crucifix i think i'm seeing the light
Oh anon, you are someone after my own heart >:]
I was working on a little blurb to answer this with, but it got away from me and I didn’t want to leave you thinking I was ignoring your ask hsfjsjrvhsjs. If my writers block FUCKS OFF, I will reblog this with what I wrote ;P
#asks#vpyre’s verbosity#ghost#ghost bc#the band ghost#copia#cardinal copia#papa emeritus iv#frater imperator
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Is this anything?
#I just finished this episode 💀#vpyre’s verbosity#hannibal#nbc hannibal#francis dolarhyde#the great red dragon#will graham
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