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conjuring-ghouls · 17 hours
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Papa doing his thing he always does. x
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conjuring-ghouls · 18 hours
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I thought that until I had something new, I'd post some closes up on my favorite details.
Starting with this study painting I made of a photo in 2022.
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conjuring-ghouls · 18 hours
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My cat isn't doing well, and it's been insanely hard :(( we could really do with some positive thoughts rn 💖
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quick Star Wars and Gamer Nerd Copia for @writingjourney
He's not sleeping, of course, he's waiting for the loading screen.
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conjuring-ghouls · 4 days
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endless ghifs 5/? ⛧ source — "The Cardinal is our next senior-most member. He's been your right-hand man."
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conjuring-ghouls · 4 days
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Per Eriksson’s freckles. Help.
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I CAN SEE THROUGH THE SCARS INSIDE YOU Made these for @ramblingoak (I hope some Dracopia kisses will cure your migraine! 🖤)
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conjuring-ghouls · 5 days
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eye shape practice or something
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Oh how i miss my horny satanic pope.... 😞
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conjuring-ghouls · 5 days
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Paperwork and Patience
Rating: 18+
Features: Copia x OC
Word count: 1078
Note: Romantic, slightly spicy, overtime in the office with Copia and Izzy.
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“Almost finished.” Copia said gently. 
Izzy hummed her acknowledgement and kissed his neck, just below his ear. Her head rested on his shoulder, eyes heavy lidded. One arm wrapped around behind his back and the other on his other shoulder where she could comb her fingers through this thick brown hair, teasing the streaks of grey at his temples. Pressed up against his chest and focusing on him, and her own breathing. Slow and steady. In and out. Smiling to herself when she’d noticed that he was breathing with her. 
“No rush.” She kissed his warm skin again, breathing in the familiar smell of his cologne, coffee, leather, old books, and the cigarette he thought she didn’t know about. This was home. More than anywhere else in the world. Right there, with him, where she belonged. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”
Copia’s hand rested on her lower back, holding her there with a soft, steady pressure. Grounding and comforting. His other hand, busy working through a stack of paperwork, all urgently needed according to everyone who had left the work to him. Izzy might have disagreed, but she wasn’t Sister or Bishop or anyone who had any say. All she could do, really, was be there with him. Make the tedium less oppressive. 
He let out a breathy moan and sparks crackled along all of her nerves, struggling to keep still. “Your fingers, amore… they will be the death of me.”
“Should I stop?” She asked with a smirk. 
The hand on her back pressed with ever so slightly more force. “Not for anything, Isobella.”
Her nose nuzzled against his jaw and he could feel her smile when her lips followed the same trail. His attention wandering from his work, Copia turned his head and buried his face in her hair. Giving himself a moment to lose himself in her. His Isobel. Letting himself focus on the feel of her there. Shifting just a little in his seat, answered by a soft whimper from her and a tighter hold. 
“Cope…” She breathed, hot breath against his neck. “The sooner you finish, the sooner we can get out of here.”
“Who says we leave here as soon as I am done this work?” There was mischief in his voice. 
Her teeth softly teased his earlobe. “Oh, is that how it is?” 
“You think I make it all the way to bed? I don’t even make it to the couch there.” He nodded to the old leather loveseat stuffed in the corner of his office. 
“My poor, sweet Copia.” Izzy’s fingers scratched over his scalp. “I would never torture you like that. Never.”
He was lost. He knew it. Well and truly lost. Only giving the last few papers before him a quick glance before deciding that nothing in the world was that important. Her nails sent a shiver down his spine and his name on her lips. Lucifer be merciful… It was so much more than that. Had there ever been anyone so much a part of his own soul? Anyone he could be so open with? That he could share this intimacy with and know, completely, that he was as safe and loved as she was with him? 
“Only a few more papers.” She offered, trying to sound encouraging when all she really wanted was him. The rest could burn as far as she cared. 
“To hell with them.” His voice came out husky and desperate. “They wait for tomorrow or Bishop Robertson does his own shit work.” 
“Copia…” 
He couldn’t stop it. He wouldn’t have even if he could have. It was too much, hearing her say his name on the edge of whining, of begging. Copia’s cock kicked, buried deep inside her, and Izzy’s moan came as an immediate response. All of her resolve to hold still, to wait, to breathe and stay calm cracked and started to crumble. Straddling his lap and ignoring the pins and needles in her feet while her knees hugged his hips. Already anticipating the rugburn the scratchy red wool of his cassock will leave. Clenching around him, making him gasp, dropping his forehead to her shoulder. His hands flying to her hips and gripping her tightly. Keeping her still just a little longer. 
Copia lifted his head and she cupped his face in her hands, kissing him deeply. Breathing with him.Tasting the familiar, bitter paint on his upper lip as her tongue rolled against his. Pressing her forehead against his and staring back into his mismatched eyes. 
“I love you, Cope. With all my heart. With everything I am.”
His grip on her hips softened, not wanting to hold back any more. 
“I love you, Izzy. More than life itself.”
She lifted her hips slowly, smiling when his breath caught in his throat. Moaning deeply, shamelessly, as she settled back down onto him. Following the urging of his hands and riding him, unhurried, letting the rest of the world fall away. All there was, all there needed to be, was him. And he stared back at her with an intensity that set fire to her soul.
Already worked up, it was never going to last long. They both knew and neither cared. The build up, the closeness, and the intimacy were the point. The release was only the conclusion. The first of the evening. 
His fingers digging into her hips and her hands in his hair. Pressed so close they felt like one. Breathing hard and heavy. The deep, guttural sound muffled by her shoulder as he pulled her down hard on himself, kicking, and the warmth of him spreading inside her. Dragging her over the edge with him. His name dripping from her lips obscenely. 
Izzy hissed. Her whine turning half into a sob when he pulled himself free. The loss of him ached, his seed and her own slick trickling down her thighs. She fell back against his chest, limp and trying to calm her heart. Shaking while the tension and effort slipped away. His arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly against the pounding of his own heart. Combing back her hair. 
For a long moment they sat in silence. Izzy finally moving to kiss his neck, along his jaw. 
“I think your cassock may need cleaning.” She smiled almost drunkenly. 
Copia snorted and kissed her. “I tell them to burn it if they want. I need this more than any cassock in the entire Ministry.”
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conjuring-ghouls · 6 days
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conjuring-ghouls · 7 days
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"Living in the night, 'neath heavens torn asunder; still you call on me, to solve a crooked rhyme." ⛧ Ghost — Square Hammer [source]
"At the end of the day, one of the biggest misconceptions of Ghost is that it's just about the devil. It's always been about mankind and living." — Tobias Forge [source] "There is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans, that the moment one definitely commits oneself that Providence moves, too. Whatever you can do or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Begin it now." — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe [source]
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conjuring-ghouls · 7 days
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I love when I'm on the wikipedia page for a species and it says "least concern". one less thing to worry about 👍
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