cloudghoul32
~two star crossed lovers~
☆𝑯𝒊, 𝑰'𝒎 𝑮𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝟏9, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝑮𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒂 𝟐𝟒/𝟕☆
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Yeah I fucked up his hair a bit, but he's still hot so...
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Sitting in the hotel drinking lounge, all delusional and shit and this old scrunkly man walks in ...
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I have a special talent that turns company time into art of my wife
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He brought back the red jacket...
That he only wore once before...
When he first became Papa...
And sang Sympathy for the Devil....
Where, in the lyrics, he proclaims himself Lucifer...
Also wears it to perform Square Hammer...
Where he sings "are you ready to swear right here right now, before the devil..."
(At my Ritual he pointed at himself when he said this...)
THIS CAN'T BE INSIGNIFICANT
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no because like. this is the man I wanna squeeze like those toys where the eyes pop out
Turns your papa blue
#gorgeous art#fanart#ghost fanart#copia my beloved#the band ghost#cardinal copia#THE FACE PAINT RAHHHH
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hello my darling. i see your requests are back open… 👀
i've got a prompt for you if you so wish to write it…
reader has been dead for decades, aimlessly wandering the halls of the ministry where no one has ever seen her, heard her or even felt her… until one day, she's walking (or y'know… floating…) through the halls and someone is walking towards her. He stops in his tracks and stares straight ahead. Then she realises…
he's staring at her…
Choose a papa, any papa! Whoever you would like to write, if you choose to write it! 😘
a/n: almost 1k words of some sweetness. after reading the prompt i KNEW i had to pick Cardinal Copia 🥹 bee. thank you SO much for sending this in. hit me right in the dang feels
Loneliness has driven you to the busy corridors of the Abbey. Despite the clergy members quite literally seeing right through you, their presence around you is enough to alleviate the void inside you. You’ve had to make do over the decades but even after all of the disappointment there is still an unwavering flicker of hope that you’ll make some sort of contact. Who knew it would be impossible for a ghost to be noticed in a Satanic Ministry? Many attempts have been made, ranging from morose to macabre (floating candles vs. severed limbs) but to no avail. Perhaps there’s something wrong with you. Is your spirit not dark enough to be seen? You remember how you died and decide that can’t be the case.
You gave everything for The Olde One. The Ministry was a very different place back then.
You’re lost in the endless abyss of your thoughts until there’s a shift in energy around you. Something new. Someone new. The wisps of your ghostly train curl towards the ceiling behind you and gust of warm air blows your hair out of your face.
Oooh. A Cardinal. It’s been ages since there’s been one here, the last one being in 19—
Is he looking at you?
There’s no way but… his gaze is fixated on the space you occupy, eyes wide. He bears the Mark of The Olde One — just like the Papas, but even with the Eye no one has ever seen you. He picks up his pace, walking to you with such purpose. You feel an excitement you haven’t felt since you were alive but it’s quickly replaced with crippling anxiety. In a fit of panic you poof out of the corridor and reappear deep into the underground archives, far far away from any person. But the new Cardinal saw you. He really did. After vying for this for so long… you aren’t ready for it.
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You’ve meandered further into more densely populated areas of the Abbey over the last two weeks after taking some time for yourself to come to grips with the fact that he saw you. Problem is now the Cardinal is nowhere to be found. The longer the week stretched the more you began to believe it was over — he must have only been visiting for the day and thus your chance at talking to someone other than yourself for the first time in 55 years has slipped through your fingers. But that same hope you’ve clung to keeps you pacing and wandering day after day, hoping to catch of glimpse of his black cassock.
One late night you find yourself perusing the library, hovering around the new releases aisle (you like to see how ridiculous the names of romance novels have gotten). The further you get down the aisle the thicker the air becomes around you, the familiar buzzing in your ear from the first time you saw him. There’s a dim light coming from one of the nooks. You steel yourself, you’re going to make yourself known like you planned. Glowing brighter than you ever have before, you float toward the light. How can a ghost have anxiety? You’d think all of those feelings would be gone but somehow you feel like you’d throw up if that were even possible. You reach the outside of the nook and suck in a sharp breath before peering around the corner.
His duochromatic eyes are on you instantly.
“Per favore — please, do not run away again.” He sounds quiet, sleepy but polite and he extends a hand out to you. “I was worried I would not see you.” You blink at him as you reveal yourself fully to him, his gaze taking you in.
“You… you really see me?” Your voice cracks, your ghost trail wiggling with how charged you are emotionally.
“Yes. I do.” The Cardinal stands, his hand still out to you. “I, ehh… I’m the new Cardinal, Cardinal Copia. What is your name?”
My name?
“You’re… you’re the only person who’s ever seen me.” Not an answer to his question at all but your brain is broken. All that time you spent hoping for this…
“Oh. Oh, poverino.” His fingertips graze your hand and you jump — he could feel you too? “Ah! I am sorry! Ehhh… what can I do? How can I help you?” Copia shuffles on his feet anxiously, making sure to keep a safe distance so that he doesn’t startle you again. Your guise is crackling, vibrating with energy, more than you’ve ever felt before. He seems… delighted by your prescience and it makes you feel warm.
“H-how? Cardinal, how?” You push in closer to him, wisps brushing against his cassock.
“Non lo so. I’ve… I’ve just always been able to.” He gives you a sad smile. “I eh… had some weird “imaginary friends” growing up. But please, you must… you must have a lot to say after spending so long only listening.” Copia may have the gentlest voice you’ve ever heard. You want to hug him especially since something about this feels deeply personal to him…but you compose yourself and instead take him by the hand as you sit on the corner of his desk.
“What do I even say now?” You laugh to yourself. “I’ve been so worried about ever being heard that I haven’t thought about what to say. What do you… want to know, Cardinal?” Even now you’re feeling shy.
He gingerly rests his hand on top of yours, a warmth spreading through you that you’ve never experienced before.
“I’ve wanted to get to know you since I saw you, fantasmina. Please, tell me about you.” Copia squeezes your hand with a kind smile. Speechless. You take a deep breath and nod.
You’ll tell him.
You’ll tell him everything.
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When Terzo and Secondo tells you:
We have something special for your easter gift basket, but its Concordia University of Michigan "CUM" Merchandise
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found this in my photos and oh my god.
#idk what compelled me to make this but i aint complaining#the band ghost#copia#cardinal copia#tobias forge#shitghosting#ghost shitposting#ghost the band#cardinal copia my beloved
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i got my grubby little mitts on a commission slot by the magnificent @kabukiaku , the omega3 angst is perfection
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For the smutty one liners…#15. Maybe Copia catches himself in a mirror somewhere…he does a double take. Instead of his own reflection, Dracopia is staring back at him. And he wants Copia to do naughty things. Dom/sub type of vibe.
Oh boi this is an interesting prompt. This was lots of fun to do >:3
Warning: Masturbation, handjobs, praise kink, biting, blood drinking, spooky dracopia stuff, Copia being a good boy and needing some praise
Word Count: 1523
Copia groaned, rubbing at his tired eyes. It was another long night of doing paperwork in his office and he was quickly losing focus. The pile of papers next to him was looking all the more tiring to look at. He had made a lot of progress, but it was clear he wasn’t going to make any more anytime soon.
“I’ll do it in the morning. Gotta sleep,” he murmured, yawning as he stood up and stretched, cracking his back in several spots.
He sighed and made his way to his quarters where he undressed into his pajamas. Once he was comfortable, he made his way to his bed.
“Copia,” a voice whispered, making him pause. That voice was so familiar. He looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary.
“Ah, I need to sleep. I’m hearing things,” he said after seeing that he was alone in his room.
A sinister chuckle filled the air, sending a shiver running down his spine. Did he fall asleep at his desk again? He often had nightmares when that happened, but this felt real. This had to be Swiss’s doing. The multi ghoul had a habit of scaring him like this, but he didn’t feel the ghoul’s familiar chill presence in the room.
“Who’s there? My office is closed for the night and I would like to get some sleep,” Copia said loudly, his eyes darting every which way to find the intruder.
His gaze fell on the floor length mirror that stood near his bed and his heart nearly skipped a beat when he saw his reflection smiling back at him. It was him, but something was off about it. His reflection had one pale eye and one red red eye that stared right into his very soul. The reflection’s smile widened, revealing sharp fanged teeth. The reflection was clad in all black, making him look like a void. Despite the different eyes and teeth, the reflection looked just like him.
“Cazzo. I really am dreaming,” Copia murmured, stepping closer to the mirror and touching his cheek. His reflection did the same. Once the reflection touched his cheek, Copia felt cold fingers caressing his skin.
“You’re not dreaming, Papa,” his reflection crowed, touching his neck. Copia shivered when he felt the reflections fingers on his neck. This had to be the work of the devil in some way. It was so fascinating, but so strange.
“Who are you?” Copia questioned.
“Potential,” the reflection replied, snapping his fingers. The mirror changed and Copia found himself face to face with his normal reflection. The other reflection stood behind him, his hands on his reflection’s neck. Copia was dumbfounded. He had no idea what was going on, but the creature’s hands on his neck felt too nice for him to question anything further.
“Hmm, it seems your blood is going elsewhere,” the creature chuckled darkly.
Copia grunted when he felt and saw himself grow hard. The creature’s clawed hands roamed down to his pants, palming his front, making him all the more hard and wanting more. Copia looked behind and saw that he was still alone. This had to be a ghost of some kind. Maybe even a vampire, but vampires didn’t show up in reflections.
“Eager as always. Mmm, let’s play a little game,” the creature purred.
“What…What do you…you want to do?” Copia stammered.
“Sit on the bed and I’ll tell you,” the creature said, pulling his hands away.
Copia was quick to obey. He wanted the creature’s hands on him again.
Once he was seated on the bed, he looked at the mirror and saw that it sat behind him. It was no longer clad in a black void and was now dressed in his vampire wing outfit. It looked more fitting for the creature as he stretched his arms out, revealing more realistic bat wings.
“Um…I am ready for the game,” Copia said.
“Good. Do as I say and keep your eyes on me and only me, Papa. If you look away or if you disobey me, then your punishment will be painful,” the creature said, moving his shirt to expose his flesh on his shoulder. The creature hissed, baring its fangs close to his skin. Copia felt the creature hissing in his ear, making him shudder in response. This certainly wasn’t good, but the rules didn’t seem too difficult.
“Are you ready?” The creature questioned.
Copia nodded, keeping his eyes glued to the mirror. The creature grinned wickedly before placing its hands on his neck once more. Copia felt the urge to lean his head back to let the creature get more access, but that would mean looking away. He had to resist the temptation.
“Take your pants off,” the creature ordered.
While still keeping his eyes peeled on his reflection, Copia got out of his pants, freeing his erect cock. The creature hummed in satisfaction as its hand trailed down his front and slowly stroked him. Copia’s eyes widened when he felt its hand on him. He wanted more than anything to look down and see if the creature was actually touching him, but he had to obey the rules. He had to be good for whatever this creature was.
“Who would have thought that this is something that you’re into?” The creature purred as it continued pumping his cock while keeping its other hand around his throat. Copia moaned in response, feeling the need to lean back against the creature as he moved his hips for it. He needed to close his eyes and relax, but he had to obey.
He kept his eyes on himself, blushing at the amount of precum that already leaked from his cock and coated the creature’s fingers. The creature didn’t stop. It continued stroking him while watching him like a hungry predator, its mismatched red and white eyes wide with hunger as if daring Copia to look away.
Moments passed and Copia felt the urge to look down as he felt himself getting close. Something within him wanted to see what was really down there. If it meant being bitten, then he could handle it. He had been bitten by his ghouls plenty of times.
The creature hummed softly and moved closer to his ear, giving it a playful nibble that he could feel.
“Look at you, you’re being so good for me,” it purred in his ear.
That was it. Just a few words of praise. That was enough to send him over the edge. Copia moaned and looked down, seeing his own hands on his hard cock as he came over them. An annoyed hiss filled the air and Copia looked back at the mirror. The creature glared at him, teeth bared angrily as both of its hands went to his neck. Copia felt his throat tighten and he was unable to move nor speak.
“Idiota. I told you not to move. It seems we have some work to do,” the creature growled before biting into his exposed shoulder.
Copia yelped in pain, still unable to move despite trying his best to escape from the creature. He could only watch in shock as the creature feasted on his blood. He found he was able to move his hands and he reached up to touch his neck, but felt nothing there. He pulled his hand away and saw that it was coated in blood and cum.
“A…A nightmare. A…sexy nightmare,” he murmured as everything went dark.
“Wake up, Copia,” a voice whispered in his ear.
Copia grunted, forcing his eyes open. He was laying comfortably in his bed, clutching a Plushia close to his chest. He grimaced at the toy and pushed it away from him as he sat up in bed. He took in his surroundings until he noticed his mirror. He crept closer to it in hopes of seeing the creature from before. Nothing looked out of the ordinary nor was there any blood staining his sheets. There were some suspicious stains on his blanket but that had to be from his strange dream.
“Ah cazzo. No more juice boxes before bed, C,” he murmured, smacking his lips and feeling thirsty all of a sudden. His neck was sore and when he moved his shirt to see his neck, he saw no teeth marks there.
“You slept on it bad. Gotta work on that,” he said, taking in his appearance in the mirror once again. He could have sworn he saw his green eye glow red for a moment and he shook his head. It was just a dream.
“Why did it feel so real?” He questioned, feeling himself grow hard as he thought of the way the creature pleasured him. He sighed and made his way to the bathroom so he could handle it in the shower. He had quite a story to tell his ghouls.
“Fuck, I’m thirsty,” he moaned, walking past the bathroom mirror. He tried not to look at it, but noticed his reflection standing still while watching him. It was all in his head. It had to be.
“Go find something to drink after this, Papa”
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Here,
I present you this terzo sketch that I abandoned six months ago while I try to figure out how to keep on drawing without having any anxiety attacks in the school season
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every day i feel shitty
and every day this guy makes it a little better
#anyone else relate#at my lowest point rn. not fun!#ghost the band#ghost#shitghosting#cardinal copia#copia#copia my beloved#papa iv#popia#cardinal copia is my husband#ghost shitposting#the band ghost
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Why do I have be in a psych ward and go to group therapy? Why can’t I just live in the ministry, work in Primo’s garden, nap on Copia’s tummy, bully Nihil and bake cookies with the ghoulettes?
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Sounds like an interesting night in Baltimore
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Finally a day all about Dew. Happy pancake day everyone! ❤️🥞
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