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hi my name is mariana cross and i love love love love love copia. if you want me to write for any other papa or ghoul who isn't copia, feel free to request it :) my ask box is always open!
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I went with blue! pic of tattoo below the cut
fun take on some flash by Kate Collins :)
hey ghost tumblr I need your help
What are Copia’s colors? What do you associate with him? I’m getting a tattoo later today and idk what color to make a skeleton who is supposed to be Copia lol
Options are red (like in the og flash), blue or orange
#copia#ghost bc#copia my beloved#papa emeritus the fourth#papa iv#dance macabre#ghost bc tattoo#ghost tattoo
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hey ghost tumblr I need your help
What are Copia’s colors? What do you associate with him? I’m getting a tattoo later today and idk what color to make a skeleton who is supposed to be Copia lol
Options are red (like in the og flash), blue or orange
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the ministry uses freetaxusa
Chapter 16: Tax Season [x]
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I’d let him into my sanctum goddamn
Into your sanctum
You let them in
Now all your loved ones
And all your kin
Will suffer punishments beneath the wrath of God
Never to forgive
Never to forgive
[x]
#ghost#the band ghost#ghost b.c#papa emeritus iv#cardinal copia#I’m so thirsty for Copia#copia#ghost bc#copia my beloved
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I love your work and I hope you're having a wonderful day/night!
I really wish I could remember where I saw it but you know how some people ask their partners if "I was a worm would you still love me?" I was wondering what you think Copia would react to that type of question? I saw someone do it for Terzo and I wanted to know how you think Copia would react or answer it, do you mind if you could writing something like that please?
Copia x Reader. FLUFF.
Copia sits in bed, blankets bunched around his waist as he leaves through several pages, reading glasses perched on his nose. A few stray pieces of silvering hair fall onto his forehead, the gentle glow of the bedside lamp illuminating his profile and accentuating his long lashes that delicately brush his cheeks with every blink.
"Copia?" You ask softly, your cheek pressed against the pillow beside him as you watch him work. Your eyes carry a dreamy quality, a look which prompts Copia to reach over and lightly brush your nose with a thumb and forefinger.
"Si, amore?" He murmurs, setting his paperwork down to give you his unbridled attention.
You lay a hand on his blanket covered thigh, rubbing pack and forth a moment, and Copia sighs in contentment, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips.
"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" You ask.
The man pauses for several seconds, your hand caught at his lips, and then his shoulders begin to shake as he laughs, a sound that makes your heart beat a little faster in joy. What catches you off guard to the silly question is how positively delighted your Copia sounds in his mirth.
"I have been waiting for you to ask me this," he says, raising a finger and waving it back and forth.
"Really?" You sound a little surprised, but mostly curious. You sit up on your arm, gazing across at him as his smile widens.
"I have been knowing about these things, hmm?" He reaches out to pull you up more, nearly dragging you across the sheets to settle against him, his arm wrapped firmly around your waist. Copia presses a finger to your chin, lifting your head as he speaks to you. "And the answer is very simple. Of course. Yes. Because I will consult the darkest rituals to become a worm, too."
You laugh a little, and he smiles, leaning in to softly peck your lips. "But Copia, wouldn't it be better to find a ritual to change me back?"
He shakes his head. "Better to be worms. No paperwork."
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He’s so dangerous
hey siri, define “rizz.”
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he’s still my love
if it makes u feel better- he hasn’t changed that much :))
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shiny shiny jacket for the silly silly man
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Literally just appeared on my Pinterest feed-
NOW that photo makes sense...
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Only had 30 minutes to work on this today
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when u can only see the white eye >>>
#reblog if u agree#the band ghost#ghost#copia#ghost bc#papa iv#copia is my husband#cardinal copia#tobias forge#papa emeritus iv#terzo emeritus#papa terzo#papa iii
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We Don’t Need Another Hero- Papa IV
art by me :)
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gut wrenching
Amidst the echoing silence of the twilight-lit chamber, Omega knelt beside Terzo. The room bore witness to the fading essence of life within Terzo, his chest stilled and breathless. With trembling hands, Omega cradled Terzo's face, tears pooling in his spectral eyes.
In a final act of desperate love, Omega leaned forward, pressing his lips against Terzo's cold ones, pouring all the warmth of his essence into that fleeting, sorrowful kiss. Their last connection, a bittersweet exchange of passion and pain, as Omega whispered words of love, mingled with heart-wrenching farewells.
As the kiss lingered, a gentle glow radiated from their union, a luminescence born of love transcending realms. But as the seconds passed, Omega felt his form wane, his essence dissipating, for with Terzo's last breath, the tie that bound Omega to this world was severed. With a sorrowful sigh, Omega watched as his form dissolved into mist, dissipating into the ether, leaving behind a vacant space where love had once thrived along with pulsating sparks of quintessence.
I WROTE SOMETHING!!
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Copia with number 27, if you can. Pretty please?
Mama ⸸ Papa Emeritus IV
i. mama, we're all full of lies
mama, we're meant for the flies
In the end, the only thing one could know for certain, was that death would come for them.
No matter what great things one would accomplish, in the end they'd end up a rotting corpse.
Papa Emeritus IV was no exception.
ii. and right now they're building a coffin your size
He saw Saltarian's smile that day. Saltarian always liked to scare people, doing something one would fine unnerving or uncanny. That time, however...
There was something genuine in it. And Copia knew what this meant. His time was coming.
He only had one more tour.
iii. and if you would call me your sweetheart
i'd maybe then sing you a song
Sister Imperator was always so nice to him. So nice that he could be fooled into thinking she genuinely cared. Maybe she did. Maybe she didn't. It didn't matter now. Not anymore.
He did everything she asked. He would sing. He would dance. He became Papa, all because of her. All for a hug, maybe a kiss on the cheek.
And yet, she betrayed him.
iv. we're damned after all
through fortune and flame we fall
He remembered the previous Papas. Their fate.
He used to blame himself for their demise, but now he knew it wasn't his fault. It was a part of how the Ministry worked. Removing whatever thorns there were in its side.
And the Emeritus brothers, once the roses th Clergy was oh so proud of, withered away once they didn't bring good enough results. They weren't even flowers, just thorns that the Ministry ripped out once they weren't useful anymore.
No matter how great their music was. No matter the fame they brought brought. In the end, they fell.
And so would he.
v. we all carry on
when our brothers in arms are gone
so raise your glass high for tomorrow we die
and return from the ashes you call
There was no point in fighting this. In the end, even if he got one more year or one more tour, it was just pretending.
Acting like everything would be fine, while he knew it wouldn't be.
Best he could do was to just accept it. Enjoy his final moments.
And so he raised his glass of beer when one of the ghouls yelled out "cheers" yet again, downing it with a small, sad smile. He was getting tipsy by now, but that was fine. He probably won't live long enough to deal with the aftermath.
Fortunately though, he would come back.
Rise from the ashes like a phoenix would.
Or, perhaps a better way to put it... like The Antichrist would.
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Written by Nosferatu.
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