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Fully obsessed with the concept of Copia. He's over fifty years old. He's a gamer. His arrival coincides with the death of every previous Papa like he's the bringer of the bubonic plague. He rides little tricycles around the Ministry. He's apparently a professional dancer as well as being the vocalist for a metal band but has a Charisma of 8. He's pathetic (canon). He's literally the Satanic Pope. He loves his mom. He's kind of a bitch. He wears tracksuits with dress shoes. Tobias hates him but is chronically incapable of killing him off because he serves so much cunt. I really can't decide if I want to be this man or be inside him

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At least he tried

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I've been listening to a lot of Ghost lately so here's my prediction for october

the headband also lights up!

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Daily Dose of Daddy Secondo

🖤🖤

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my favourite pics of papa iv atm are the ones where he looks like he’s going to kill me xx

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Out of Touch Thursday

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Mary on a Cross, slowed, plays from your phone speaker as you watch the next TikTok on your FYP. It’s a shot of Copia, at the mic, and just as the chorus drops, he turns to make eye contact with the viewer. You squeal, kicking your legs out excitedly before curling up on the couch and breathing a blissful sigh.

“What are you doing?” Terzo’s voice pulls you from your moment, and you glance over at him.

“I’m watching a video of my boyfriend,” you say.

Terzo throws out a hand, gesturing wildly at Copia who sits across from him. “Your boyfriend is right here!”

“I know.” Your voice has a dreamy quality. “Copia, come over here and stare at me in real time.”

Copia obediently stands, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“You really have your hands full with this one, eh?” Terzo laughs. Copia shrugs as he makes his way over to you, pulling you up and into his lap, his hands settling at your waist.

“Worth it,” he says, looking deeply into your eyes until your precious squeal reverberates through the room once more.

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Well the Tampa ritual has been canceled

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the more I see of this new mask the more I HYPERVENTILATE

#copia my beloved #the mask is really doing something for me #but I'm scared of the future lol

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Ooh to be held by a fictional anti-pope

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #ghost #shitghosting

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hozier really dropped the line "Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I" and expected us to be completely normal about it huh

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Vampire Copia be upon ye sister

Tip jar

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Plushia, my love.

I'm really hoping to get the popia one this Thursday

But if this hurricane gets the concert canceled I'm gonna cry.

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This started all because I wanted to draw flower crown Copia... It definitely took a fully different direction... But I'm not complaining ✨🫡

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Heaven Is Not Fit To House A Love Like You And I

Pairing: Vampire!Secondo/Angel!Reader

Word count: 750 (A short one for a change)

Summary: basses off of this ask. I hope this is what you wanted.

Warning: blasphemy, running away together, fluff, angst.

The sun had just begun to set. Looking out towards the field, the flowers almost look like gold as they shimmer in the dying light. You always loved this time of day, always venturing away from your post to catch a glimpse of the world's beauty. It was how you had found him, or rather, how he found you. How you both had found love in the absence of light, the thing you should hold more dear to you. It was in darkness that you found each other. It’s how you both had been making your way back to each other for hundreds of years. It was in the darkness that you now found yourself, waiting once more for your lover to find you.  

The twilight gives its final shine. You could feel him getting closer now. It was only a matter of time before he would show up, fashionably late, as he always called it. He got on your nerves, but he knew you loved it. He was the opposite of order, always finding a way to push your buttons, making you want more, but tonight was not a night to be pushing your buttons. You felt him before you could see him. 

“You’re late.” Your tone was flat. 

He came into view, emerging from the shadows, “I’m sorry, amore, but I got peakish on the way over.” Secondo was nonchalant with his response, letting out a chuckle; he was always so nonchalant. It drove you absolutely fucking mad. 

“We need to talk.” 

It could be your heightened senses, or it could be how well you knew him, but he tensed at your tone. In the hundreds of years he has known you, Secondo had never seen you this serious before. He cleared his throat, bringing his hand up to signal for you to continue. 

“They know about us.” 

He scoffed, “I fail to see how that is a problem, amore. So what?” 

“So what? So what! Secondo, this is serious. I could be expelled for this. They could kill you for this.”

“I don’t fear them, mia angela.” His tone was hard as stone, standing tall. He wore a smirk on his face, flashing you his fangs. 

“This isn’t funny, this is bad, this is very bad.” By now, you were pacing back and forth. Wings puffed out, a few feathers sticking out of place. If it were different circumstances, Secondo would have found you adorable.

“There’s a simple solution; you just can’t refuse to listen.” 

“Secondo, I told you I can’t.” You stop pacing to finally look at him. This wasn’t the first time he had brought this up, but this was the first time he genuinely meant what he was saying. 

“And why can’t you?” He questions, searching your eyes for any sort of real fight behind them.

“I am an angel of the lord. You are a servant of hell. What would the higher-ups think? What would they do to us? We are enemies, fuck I should hate you. We are on opposite sides of this,” Tears began forming in your eyes. “How dare you curse me with love. This has to stop, Secondo.” 

“There’s only our side. It has been that way for a long time, amore, forget sides for two seconds. Think about what you want for a change.” He hesitantly steps closer to you, “It could just be us. We could be just us.” 

“What of heaven? What of my home, Secondo?” The tears in your eyes finally fell; you could feel your resolve slowly fading.  

He closes the distance between you both, taking you into his arms. “Heaven could not house a love like the one I hold for you, il mio angelo caduto.” He tightens his hold on you. “Hell could not stop me from finding your soul. I fly to it like a moth to a flame. We can run amore; I will run anywhere as long as I have you.”   

You relax under his touch, “I’m scared, my love.” 

He pulls away to look you in the eyes. Nothing but love stared back at you. You could get lost in him and only him. A fond smile forms on his face, and he slowly takes a step backward, “Then we can be together.” He offers you his hand, an invitation to follow him. 

Against your better judgment, you take his hand, following him to the ends of the Earth, just as you would for the rest of time.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #ghost #papa secondo #Secondo #papa emeritus secondo #vampire secondo #angel reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #secondo x reader #papa emeritus x reader

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Sincerely Yours

Pairing: Various Papas x Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: The papas send you a letter

Warnings: None.

Masterlist

Primo:

La mia rosa,

I hope this letter reaches you in good health and that everything is running as well as it can be. It truly is a shame that the ministry could not spare you for even just a week. Italy is amazing this time of year; the flowers are in bloom. How I wish you could see them. Perhaps next time we will be able to spend a holiday back at the family's home. You would love it, I am absolutely sure of it. I’m hoping to be home soon. The days are starting to drag on. There’s only so much that I can put up of Nihil’s shit before I lose my mind.

Until you are in my arms again, Primo

Secondo:

la mia luce stellare,

You would think that with my retirement, these stupid trips for the ministry would come to an end. Or, at the very least, they would allow me to have the company of my wife at the very least. A week is far too long to be without you, stella. I feel as if I am a man stranded out at sea. Forever searching for your light. I long for your touch, your kiss, ooh satanas, I long to be lost in you. I hope you are following the rules amore, but then again you always love breaking them. Always love to keep your papa wanting more. Not even the dark lord is going to be able to keep me off of you when I return. I should be home by the end of the week and, with any luck, sooner.

With all my eternal love, Secondo Emeritus

Terzo:

La mia dea,

They say that poetry is the fruit of love. The way to the heart, as the scholars say, no? Words never seemed to allude me but with you, amore. But with you, all the charm I possess seems to slip from my grasp. No, you have sent this casanova crawling at your feet. I wish to bask in your light. I want my pleasure to begin and end with you. To spend my days with you. To spend my nights caught in your embrace. Oh, how I long to be in your arms, to hold you in mine. Come la mia anima invoca la tua. Il mio cuore raggiunge solo te. I can only hope you feel the same. Satanas, I hope you do.

Awaiting your response, Papa Terzo Emeritus iii

Copia:

Amore,

Perhaps it’s silly to be writing you, but would you indulge this old man. How are you? I hope the abbey is treating you well and that everything is still Okie Dokie. I am doing well, and so are the ghouls. They all send their best wishes to you. The crowds love us; we’ve reached new heights that I never even imagined. It’s just as we talked about cara mia. How I wish you were here to enjoy it with me. To be honest, life on the road is starting to lose its charm. I miss you, amore. I miss waking up and having you in my arms. Are you sure that you can’t spare at least a week? A week and I could die a happy man, amore.

Forever yours, Copia

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