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jazz-bazz · 3 months

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Lab Coat AU

very self indulgent au (sometimes also kinda diary dump) bcs this major stressing me out and ghouls make things better… so might as well stress out the ghouls by projecting, also kinda manifesting 🤞

the idea came from talking about ghouls with @hypnoneghoul when we’re both in class 😬 and i thought ‘nuclear scientist dew with a messy bun in lab goggles’ then @alwaysjustmina asked me about it and she wrote a little something (thank you so much 🖤) and i ran with it… and it took a 90° turn bcs it ended up being different, though the coffee shop is still there and phantom also works there, but now rain is also a scientist and everyones a scientist and some are professors, and yeah, you get it

the general idea is that they’re all scientists working in the same building, though they have different topics and are working for different degree levels, but theyre close friends, even the profs are also nice and chill (unlike mine)

on the weekends they do various things, but often get together for some down time at zenith, copias bar. oh and they also often get lunch together at terzo‘s diner or snacks at the coffee shop phantoms working at

dew and rain are pining for each other (so said the other ghouls who have a bet going on, actually theyve been secretly dating since their fifth semester, and rain is planning to propose after they’re both done with their phds but dew got there first 😂, copia knows bcs rain was drunk)

copia and aether are dating, sunshine and mountain have been on several dates and we’re just waiting for mountain to ask her out, swiss is courting phantom and phantoms also crushing on aurora…

who else hmm… i kinda wanna have zephfrit but i have no idea how to connect their storylines… and cirrus cumulus… i have too many ghouls and no idea how to connect them 😭

under the cut i put their research topics and the degree theyre working on, and also what they do on weekends, which is not gonna interest anyone but me but 🤷‍♀️

side note : these are inspired by real professors and lab supervisors in my own university, and also the building layout are also kinda based on my own, and some misc facts too… okay im basing a lot of this on my own uni 😬 let me make make my life sounds more interesting than it actually is okay, and also i need distractions

side side note : im aiming to do my bachelor‘s degree end of this year, and my current plan is to do it in the group im basing mist‘ from… who knows how that will go, but hey, manifesting

also special mention to you guys who patiently read through my ramblings @webbyghoul @sexy-sea-basss and @mikorsghouls who said you wanted to hear about this

OrgChem :

Mist -> (Prof) Photosensitive molecules in biological processes

Rain -> (PhD) Bioluminescence for cancer research, has etsy shop for crochet plushies

Cumulus -> (Prof) Environmentally friendly substitutes, weekends volunteer at hospital

Mountain -> (PhD) CFC for environment, helps at the family owned flower shop

Swiss -> (Master) SF6 substitute for cooling mediums, sings at local bar on weekends

TheoChem :

Cirrus -> (Prof) Highly precise method to research the structure of matter and fundamental interactions, coffee shop manager for weekends

Zephyr -> (PhD) Vibronic effects in electronic transitions, play piano with Swiss at the bar

Cowbell -> (Master) Compounds of heavy elements and their properties

PhysChem :

Omega -> (Prof) Quintessence / Dark energy and dark matter, volunteer at the hospital on weekends

Dew -> (PhD) Nuclear physics for dark matter, interaction of WIMP (weakly interacting massive particles) with nuclear matter (modeling the WIMP-Nucleus interaction), teaches some kids guitar on weekends or evenings

Aether -> (PhD) Dark energy and Einstein’s theory of gravity

(these 3 are less physchem and more just phys)

Alpha -> (Prof) Surface chem for harvest, storage, and transformation of energy

Sunshine -> (Master) Development of long lasting low cost solid batteries, work at the city library on weekends

InorgChem :

Special -> (Prof) Controlled electron transfer at heavy metal complexes

Ifrit -> (Master) Metalorganic catalysts from transition metals

Aurora -> (Undergrad) Med student, coffee shop regular

Phantom -> (Undergrad) Chem, coffee shop barista

#lab coat au #ghost hc #my hcs #now i need to make a summary of my ochem course bcs theres only 12 days left 😭#and wtf even is atropisomeres 😭

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serene-sun · 1 month

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖞 𝕺𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓, 𝕻𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖎𝖉𝖌𝖊 𝖁𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖌𝖊

Summary: After a multitude of wrong doings at your catholic church, you and four other nuns are sent on a mysterious transfer to a ministry nobody dares speak of. On behalf of the Count Copia, you are welcomed after a suspenseful journey. Author Note: This is the first chapter to my new series based on some of my favorite movies like Dracula, The Phantom Of The Opera and Labyrinth. You might even get some references to some others as well as a few ghost lyrics. This is going to be a build up to smut, and this will be a romance one obviously but beware this is major corruption kink coming your way. If you need some help, the ghoul in this chapter is Aether, and half of this is quite literally the exact script of Dracula. You can even look it up and see! Please enjoy, all feedback in my inbox is greatly appreciated.

Chapter one of my new series, “𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝕲𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝕱𝖚𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝕺𝖋 𝕾𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘”

In a Coach in the Carpathian Mountains, a young woman reads to four passengers from a travel brochure.

“Among the rugged peaks that frown down on the Borgo Pass are found crumbling castles of a bygone age.” The woman is knocked from her seat by a bump in the dirt rural road.

“I say, driver, a bit slower!” Another woman says, her black veil crooked as she shakes in the mobile.

“No, no! We must reach the mountain before sundown!” The driver says, a crack in his voice as the silent erie sound of the forest starts to swallow all sounds.

‘And why, pray?” One of the female passengers asks, closing the bible in her lap.

“When the sun sets the demons start evoking the mountain side like raging wolves and hyenas, desperate for any vulnerable being to feast upon!” The driver replies as they are enveloped in a cloud of fog, the steep road getting more bumpy.

You held tight onto the rosary in your hands, a charm of Jesus Christ on the cross between your palms as you listen to the man speak.

As the vehicle stops in the center of the small village on the ridge, the passengers eagerly step out of the transport and into the rich moist soil. This is a small village of three homes and one or two inns, mainly farmland and water sources as it fits in a small acre.

A woman from the nearest inn steps out of the entrance as chickens follow, her hair is in a messy bun and there is soot smudged across her face and clothes with a few patches holes in her dress and apron.

“Oh dear, let me help with your luggage sisters.” She says, wiping her hands on her sides to rid of the grim.

“Oh do not worry madam, we are to arrive up top the mountain by tonight.” you say as she grabs a leathery bag.

“Tonight? But the sun is already half set? The gate keeper, he is afraid. Good fellow, he is. Wants me to ask if you can wait to go on after sunrise.” She says as she sets the luggage back into the trunk.

“Im dearly sorry but im afraid we have specific orders from our adviser to be there by sundown, and I fear we are already late.” You reply, hands still clasped together.

Was what the driver said true? Why would it? Perhaps he was only trying to scare the group of young women.

“And who needs you on the mountain? Who sent you faithful young holy women to the dark abbey?” The innkeeper says in disbelief, she studies the very christian and catholic constant theme on the luggage and clothes.

“Count Copia, I assure you, we are here on holy deeds.” You say, willingly ignoring the description of the abbey, surely it was not truly an unholy place, it was an abbey after all.

‘Count Copia? And to the ministry?” She hides her hands in her apron pockets with her brows knitting.

“Yes.” You nod slowly, unsure of what she means, is he not the holy man they were sent to serve?

“No, you mustn't go there. We people of the mountains believe at the castle there are devils. Count and his ghouls! They take the form of wolves and bats, goats and succubi. They leave their coffins at night, and they feed on the blood of the living.” She says, placing her hands on your shoulders and eagerly rushing you inside, “Look at the sun! Its already gone, come we must go indoors.”

“But thats all superstition. Why I…I cant understand why…” You try to reason as the door is slammed shut after the other nuns enter.

“But wait, I mean, just a minute. What im trying to say is that im not afraid. I've explained to the driver that its a matter of holiness and god filled right, We've explained it and we must arrive soon.” You say as she pokes at the fire, letting out a cough into her hand.

“If you must go then take this for your mothers sake,” the innkeeper hands you a small vile of blood, “This will protect you..”

‘W-what is it?” You ask, the other sisters surrounding you in curiosity.

“The blood of christ!” She says, eyes wide with fear.

For a moment you feel the need to call help for the woman, she must be a poor paranoid soul. And there is no way she of all people would have the blood of christ.

The sisters gather back into the small mobile and quickly ride upon the foggy dark mountain as the red piercing sun drowns in the horizon.

When the car stops in the pitch black court yard, the car hurriedly drives away.

“Wait! Driver! Our luggage!”

The groups attention is brought back to the stone path to the large entrance doors as it is lined with lit candles that come of flame. The dancing red light illuminates them to follow, you take the lead, as you seem to be the least terrified.

You push open the large black doors and step into the Obsidian floor of the main castle. Its dark just like outside and candles suddenly egnite.

The nuns look around the room, taking in the shadowed paintings, murals, and stained glass.

A footstep spooks you as the sound comes from a taller man at the top of the main stair case.

“G-Good evening.” You bow your head slightly in respect as you can only make out his shape.

“I am…Count Copia..” He says, thick italian accent in his voice as he begins stepping down the long stairs.

“Its very good to see you. I don't know what happened to the driver and our luggage and…well…with all this..I thought I was in the wrong place.” You say, hoping to not sound rude, but there wasn't a cross in sight and the stained glass showed depictions of devilish things instead of virgin mary and jesus.

“I bid you welcome.” The count says,

Outside the large windows, there the howl of a wolf.

“Listen to them…children of the night. What music they make!” He smiles hauntingly.

The older man starts walking off down a corridor lined with paintings and candles. The hall is painted dark red with black trim. One candle stick is consumed with spider webs, it catches your attention as you follow.

“A spider spinning his web for the unwary fly. The blood…is the life, Ms…” He invited you to say your name.

“Ah of course, My name is Sister _, from the western Catholic church of god.” You say with another pleasing bow.

The man hums, his eyes darkening, “Im sure you will find this part of the ministry more inviting.” He says as he opens the doors to a larger room, it has five beds, dressers, nightstands and even an chest at the foot of every bed. Theres two couches on either side of a coffee table in the center of the room, accompanied with a vase of dead roses, a fire place, and two other chairs of black leather. What is most questionable is why the room is a circle, not one corner.

‘Oh rather! Its quite different from outside. Oh, and the fire! Its so cheerful.” You say with a smile.

“I took the liberty of having your luggage brought up. Allow me.” He says as he takes the groups wool capes, he hangs them on a coat rack.

‘Oh yes, thank you.” One of the sisters says as she sits on the neatly made bed.

The room is painted a deep purple, black trims and wall designs. The curtains over the large windows were a pitch black, and the beds were of black steel and neatly covered with purple silk sheets and purple cotton. The room was lit with candles and a chandelier.

You pick up the letter on the bed, but you accidentally cut your finger on the sharp note card.

As a droplet of blood rolls down your finger, the man quickly turns away.

“Oh dear im sorry, its just a paper cut, I didn't know you were squeamish.” You apologize as you grab a napkin cloth and hold it.

“The infirmary is on the main hall to the left, I hope you shall never need it.” He says as he holds his hands behind his back.

“Thank you,” You smile.

‘I will have a ghoul take you there, and get a bandage.” He says with a large swallow.

You tilt your head, “ghoul?” You ask, what is with this odd abbey?

Suddenly, out of the darkness of the room, a masked entity approaches you. His silvery devil mask shines in the candle light, through the slit shines his piercing white eyes, pupils so thin and slit like a snake your unsure if they're even there or if its the shadows playing tricks on you. Hes in a nice suit attire, a skull tie and button up pants. His dark hair is slightly wavy and is cut short at his ear and neck, he has a calming presence and you notice his ears are long and pointed. You take in the fact that this man was not infant human, but rather a demon.

So the innkeeper was correct? About unholy ghosts here?

He leads you to the infirmary, the walk there is silent as you continue to study his form. He has a spaded tail, and his hands are a pale muted purple and his veins are visible in a lighter white color. The ghoul had long sharp claws too, as well as a thicker build.

He opened the door to the infirmary, he lets you sit down as he gathers materials to address the minor cut.

As he comes back, he kneels in front of you and takes your hand. The pads of his fingers are rough but smooth, hes very gentle and has a calming affect to him.

You swallow, your afraid to speak.

The ghoul parts his lips, like hes about to speak but doesnt know what to say, “Your heart is racing.” he says, deep voice like a deep cave filled with echos and shadows. Its warm and heart filled, he truly means no harm.

Your hands tremble as you shiver, “w-what?”

‘Ah uh…sorry…I meant that your frightened and there is no need too be.” He quickly blurts out, like he hasn't talked to a stranger in years.,

“This is not what i was expecting..” You say as you start to ease up.

“Nobody does, don't worry, you are safe.” He says as he cleans the wound.

“This…is not a place of god is it..?” You finally ask as he lets go to cut a piece of gauze to use.

“No. It is not.” He looks into your eyes.

You had the feeling that when your church said they were moving you, that it wasn't because you were the best sister of god there. You had started asking to many questions and you always knew that when they transferred people it was never for the better but to rather rid of the so called delinquents that questioned god. In a way you knew you would be thrown out, but not like this and to the wolves.

“Im sorry…I just…I don't want to die..” you start to tear up, ‘I don't want to burn for eternity.”

The ghoul quickly looks up at you, ‘no no no don't worry,” He chuckles, “Your not going to die here and you wont burn for eternity, I doubt god even knows you exist.”

Your taken aback some, “But don't you eat people? Kill us for blood? Sacrifices and such?”

“Your demonology books are far outdated…” He says as he wraps your finger.

“So….you ghouls are…kind?” You say, standing up.

He nods, “yes, everyone here is.”

You look down at your feet, “I apologize, I feel I need to introduce myself and start over.”

The ghoul stretches his hand out, “You may call me Nameless Ghoul.”

You take his hand, “Im Sister _, I hope we can be friends.”

#serene sun nocontext #the band ghost #serene sun spice time #ghost band #the band ghost x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls #serene sun writes #ghost band fic #papa emeritus iv #dracopia #dracula #count dracula

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gravehags · 8 months

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unraveling a stitch

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!Reader (Curator!Reader)

Rating: Teen

Tags: mushy gushy feelings, first meetings, Imperator serving cunt, reader thinks she's going to be murdered, ministry backstory

Words: 1,981

Summary: This is the weirdest job interview you've ever had.

a/n: ok this ended up being like 1,500 words of conversation between reader and Sister Imperator but one thing about me is I'm a bitch who loves backstory so

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To say you are nervous would be putting it extremely fucking lightly.

You’re sitting in the back of a car - a very nice car at that - and being driven out to somewhere in the middle of the countryside. Idly, you hope that Sister Imperator isn’t actually some kind of serial killer. She seemed nice enough on the…what was the system they used? Doom call? The preliminary interview went well, you thought. You had managed to succinctly answer all of the questions the older woman had thrown your way, surprising even yourself with the calmness in your voice. So impressed was she by you that she asked you fly out - fucking fly out - to visit her at what she deemed “The Abbey.” When she emailed you a ticket confirmation later that night, you were stunned.

And now, here you are.

You had left the airport about an hour ago, meeting up with the large man who stood stoically in the arrivals area with a small sign bearing your name. The driver has remained silent the entire drive, but every once in a while you catch him glancing at you in the rearview mirror. When you crest a hill and descend into a forested valley you gasp audibly at the sight. A vast collection of stone structures - probably the size of a university - sit within the trees. You gaze out the window with your jaw dropped as you drive through a multitude of well-manicured lawns and gardens towards an enormous gate, which opens as the car approaches. The driver pulls in and continues down a long driveway up to a large wooden door.

Oh shit, you think, this is happening.

Panicked, you adjust your hair and straighten your skirt before clambering out of the car. You turn to thank the driver but he’s already gone. Weird.

“Welcome,” a warm female voice says from behind you. The woman from your interview, Sister Imperator, stands in the doorway and for the first time you’re finally able to get a good look at her. She’s a handsome woman, her grey hair in a neat bun, wearing a suit. Very prim and proper, you think, until your gaze turns downwards and you see the electric red stilettos on her feet.

Oh work, grandma.

You smile and look back up at her, meeting her incisive gaze. You can imagine what she was like in her youth - hell maybe what she’s like now - and the men she’s cut down to size.

“Hello, Sister,” you say, extending your hand for her, which she takes in both of hers. “Thank you for having me.”

She steps sideways and gestures for you to enter the impressive stone building. When you walk in your jaw drops at the gorgeous stained glass that illuminates the space with bouncing colors.

“Wow,” you say, slowly turning in a circle to drink everything in.

“I’m pleased you like it,” she says with a small smile, guiding you down the hall, “I’m sure you’ll enjoy many things the Abbey has to offer.”

The walk to her office is quiet, punctuated by the crisp snap of her heels on the marble floor. Your little black heeled witch boots, which you had thought were quite chic, pale in comparison. After climbing a flight of stairs you reach a solid door at the end of a hallway, which she opens for you. The room inside is equally as impressive as the rest of the Abbey, with high ceilings and large windows that look upon a green little courtyard. She takes a seat behind the large desk and gestures for you to take yours, which you do with some anxiety.

“Thank you for this opportunity,” you say, fingers tangling in your lap.

She smiles again. “Of course, dear. I will be blunt with you, I may have misled you regarding this interview and indeed…about this job.”

Your own smile slowly drops, as does your stomach.

“What,” you begin nervously, eyes darting around the room, “what do you mean by that?”

Shit, shit, shit. You really were fucking stupid, just agreeing to come out here to the middle of nowhere to meet a woman you’ve met once over the fucking internet. Your mind reels back to the serial killer thought you had earlier and you’re convinced you’re going to die here and this woman is going to bury you under a topiary.

She must see the panic in your eyes because she holds up her hands in an assuaging gesture. “You’re perfectly safe, I apologize for my ominous wording. What I mean to say is the nature of this collection is quite…sensitive. As is our organization who holds it.”

Your shoulders drop from their tense fight-or-flight position and you sigh. You feel silly as you clear your throat.

“Er…what exactly is this organization? You call it the Abbey and you carry the title of Sister…is this some sort of religious institution?”

“Yes,” she begins slowly, eyeing you cautiously, “ah, if I may ask…do you hold any religious beliefs? I apologize for the intrusive nature of this question but it is relevant.”

“Oh, um. I don’t,” you say, slightly hushed, “I’m sorry, I’m not Catholic or a believer of…well anything really.”

You’re taken aback when she sighs in relief.

“Oh good,” she says, steepling her fingers. Good?

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand,” you say after a beat, confused. “You want someone who isn’t religious to care for your collection?”

“Let’s just say we want someone more ah…open minded.”

You’re growing frustrated with the way she’s dancing around the truth and you frown.

“Sister Imperator, I don’t mean to be blunt but can you please just tell me what it is you do here?”

Her lip curls into a wry half-smile, clearly pleasantly surprised by your directness.

“The Ministry,” she begins, “represents those devoted to the cult of the Olde One. We are as old an institution as the Catholic Church yet far more…subtle in our ways. Out of necessity, you understand.”

Your jaw drops a little.

“You’re Satanists?” It’s more of a statement than a question and she’s pleased you’ve put two and two together.

“Indeed. We’re a small but mighty group that is spread throughout the world. This location,” she gestures to the walls around her, “is like our Vatican. Our collection here is that of Satanic art throughout history and requires someone with a special understanding of our church but most of all a level of education and expertise that many here lack.”

You’re stunned. You had no idea these people existed beyond individual belief systems and teenagers rebelling against their parents.

“If this is your Vatican,” you begin slowly, “does that mean you have a pope?”

Sister Imperator lets out a dry little laugh.

“All in good time, my dear. But first I must tell you, this ‘interview’ is entirely a formality. As far as I’m concerned, you’ve had the job since we ended that call.”

Your shock and wonder rapidly turns into joy as a grin splits your features. You fucking did it.

“Oh my God,” you blurt out, “wait, sorry. Is that offensive?”

When the sister snorts out a far more genuine laugh this time, you beam at her.

“Does this mean you accept the position?”

“Yes,” you say a little too quickly. The opportunity to work with an art collection held by fucking Satanists has you spinning. “Absolutely.”

“Wonderful,” she says, clapping her hands together and standing. “We’ll sort out the details of your employment and your move to the Abbey later but for now there is someone I would like you to meet.”

You dutifully follow her out of her office, practically floating as she leads you down the hall and down the stairs. You exit onto an open-air cloister and you encounter the first people other than the sister and the driver you’ve seen here. People of all genders in black habits of all styles - some very racy, you notice with a blush - congregate and walk down the halls. Sister Imperator leads you through and you notice the way they shy away from her in either deference or fear. It’s hard to say which.

She stops at a closed door and waves a hand towards it.

“This will be your office,” she says lightly, “it once belonged to our dear departed Cardinal von Shreck who was previously in charge of our collection. His work, however, fell to the wayside in recent years with his declining health. You will be inheriting quite a mess of paperwork from him, I’m afraid.”

You shrug.

“I’ve had worse,” you respond and Imperator continues down the hall and makes a left. The Abbey is massive, you think, much larger than you previously thought. Once again she stops at a door and gives you a brief smile before knocking.

“Entrare!” comes a muffled voice, and she pushes the door open.

The room is cozy but beautiful, filled with books and papers. But that’s not what draws your eye.

Making his way towards you and the sister from behind the desk is a man. He wears a vivid red cassock with an unusual bejeweled symbol you make a note to ask Sister Imperator about later. On his head is an angular hat and you smile at how it looks like he’s wearing horns. He’s not tall, but he still makes for a surprisingly commanding presence when he moves before you. Now that he’s closer you can better see the rest of him - his startling mismatched eyes surrounded by black paint, his swept back brown hair littered with silver, the pristine sideburns, his large, straight nose and the neat little mustache underneath it. Everything about him is charming, you think. Even dashing.

And then you realize you’re staring.

Imperator notices and gives you a peculiar look.

“This is Cardinal Copia,” she finally announces, “you will be consulting with him as you work with our collection.”

Cardinal, you think. Wow.

“Your Eminence,” you say, extending your hand. Sister Imperator smirks at the title and Copia blushes. Not missing a beat, he takes your bare hand in one of his gloved ones and lifts it to his mouth to place a slightly damp kiss on the back. His black lipstick leaves a little mark on you and you feel a flutter in your belly.

“No ‘Eminence’, signorina,” he finally speaks, his voice filled with nervous energy, “Simply Copia.”

You beam at him, you can’t help yourself, there's just something about him that makes you feel warm and mushy inside. He’s barely spoken half a dozen words and already you know that there’s something special about this man.

“Poor von Shreck,” Copia says, wringing his hands, “we lament his loss, but I am glad to see that Sister has found such an excellent replacement. And such a lovely one at that.”

He looks stricken with fear as soon as the words leave his mouth and you flush from head to toe.

“I’ve heard he’s left behind quite a bit of work, but I’m sure I’ll be able to tackle it, especially with your help.” Your smile is encouraging and he seems to relax a little under your kind gaze.

“Indeed. I am at your service, signorina,” he says with a little bow that makes you giggle. Clearly having reached her limit of the two of you interacting, Imperator places a hand on your shoulder to guide you out.

“I’ll see you soon, Cardinal,” you say with a little wave as the sister steers you out of his office. He gives a little wave back and you find that after the door shuts you miss his presence already. Imperator eyes the goofy smile on your face shrewdly before starting back down the hallway to her office. You follow, feeling as if butterflies are ricocheting off the inside of your stomach.

Cardinal Copia, you think. What a lovely man.

#cardinal copia x reader #cardinal copia x female reader #cardinal copia #copia #the band ghost #the band ghost fic #rachel writes

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chapel-of-rizztual · 7 months

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Gould being dewormed? Say more, which ones are good and which ones hate it

Copia uses the gel he rubs on the back of their necks just because it’s easier then getting them to take pills…less teeth and all that, he found that out the hard way.

Dew: Surprisingly likes it. Genuinely shocks everyone with how well behaved he is for Copia. He’s happy to sit there with his hair tied up in a high bun as Copia rubs the gel onto his neck. He even purrs and once Copia is done he rubs his head on his chest as a thank you. He gets kissed and head pats after for being so good.

Phantom: Doesn’t mind it. Doesn’t really acknowledge it. But he’s very fidgety because it tickles, okay? Copia has to distract him peanut butter to get him to be still. He doesn’t really know what’s going on, all he knows is he gets peanut butter in exchange for Copia rubbing his neck a little.

Mountain: Tolerates it. Sits there pouting the entire time but let’s Copia do what he has to do. Gets a little lecture from Copia each time about how important it is because he’s always outside. Also because he’s always outside he has to have flea baths but he doesn’t mind them, especially when Aether helps him.

Cumulus: Also tolerates it. She doesn’t really like her neck being touched for long but she trusts Copia. He does get a little warning growl if he takes too long though.

Swiss: Pretends to hate it. Hisses and bites and Copias hands and puts up a massive fuss about it but purrs as soon as Copia touches him. Gives him a kiss once he’s done as an apology for being such a shit.

Aurora: Thinks it’s a game. Copia has to chase her around the entire ministry and pin her down. She laughs the entire time and once he’s done she tries to pin him down and put the gel on his neck.

Rain: Hates it. Has to be muzzled or he will bite. Hates the feeling of something touching his neck, hates the feeling of the sticky gel drying on him. Gets the same lecture as Mountain but doesn’t pay attention because he’s too busy growling. Has to have flea baths as well but he likes those, especially when he can join Mountain.

Cirrus: Growls and side eyes him the entire time but let’s him do what he has to do. She has to have another ghoul, Sunny mostly, with her because having her neck touched makes her feel a little anxious but she knows it’s important so let’s Copia do it.

Aether: He likes it. Maybe not as much as Dew, but he still likes it. Him and Copia always end up taking for ages after, drinking tea while Aether fills him in on all the tea in the ministry. He likes spending the time with Copia.

Sunshine: Like Phantom, she doesn’t really acknowledge it. She likes the attention she gets and Copia always gives her a cookie after. He tail wags the entire time.

#the band ghost #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #This is so silly

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simply---words · 1 year

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Some details from the Copia pinup that might be hard to spot without full res.

been sculpting that ass for days 👌

#copia pinup #copia pinup details #cardinal copia #cardinal copia art #cardinal copia fanart #cardinal copia pinup #ghost band #ghost band fanart #ghost band pinup #ghost buns

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wrathofrats · 11 months

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New fic ❤️

“I Put up my long chocolate brown hair into a messy bun, slipping on my my chemical romance T shirt and putting in my black vans. Suddenly, my mother bursts through the door

“PACK UP BITCH I SOLD YOU”

I look at her with my bright ocean orbs. I grab my suitcase and walk down stairs, there I see my new owner

Cardinal copia”

Read now on AO3!

(Lovely cover made by @birds-quantified )

#THIS IS A JOKE #ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #shitghosting #COPIA

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cirrus-ghoulette · 1 year

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Ghouls teethe.

It happens for about a month after being summoned.

They're summoned with all their teeth, but no fangs. Those have to grow in over the canines they already have.

This leads to some very pouty ghouls.

Sunshine, the latest summon, is exceptionally pouty about it.

She's very bouncy normally, and when a sibling of sin teaches her to cartwheel, she cartwheels almost everywhere. But this toothache has her curled up in the common room, pouting to herself, her hand over her mouth.

The ghouls try to help.

Mountain gives her his drumsticks to gnaw on (she snaps them almost instantly between her teeth and steals extras from his room when he's not looking).

Aether offers his quintessence, which helps a little. It doesn't seem to alleviate all her pain, however, and it makes her very drowsy.

Cumulus offers a cooling touch, which helps with some of the burn in her gums.

Copia helps in a slightly unorthodox way.

He sees her struggling one practice, constantly running her tongue over her teeth and cupping her hand over her mouth, which really doesn't help with her part as a backup singer.

He walks straight up to her, which is pretty fucking intimidating when you've only been on the earth for two weeks and the Satanic Pope is making a beeline for you.

He looks her over for a moment, then lifts her upper lip with a gloved thumb and tuts at how red and swollen her gums are.

"You are teething, huh?" He asks, to which she nods, her face flushed red in embarrassment. "I see. Join me in my offices after practice, I will help you."

When she joins him in his offices, he has her sit on his lap. For easy access to her mouth, obviously. With one hand, he pours a dram of whisky. With the other, he pets her hair, murmurs soothing words, says that all ghouls go through this and he knows how uncomfortable it must be.

He caps the whisky, then asks her if she's tasted it before. She shakes her head. She's tried beer, and spritzers, and cocktails that Swiss comes up with, but whisky is... Fancy stuff. The ministry is not wasting its alcohol budget in ghouls that have high alcohol tolerances.

He tells her about how this is his favourite, an Aberlour 12, imported from the north of Scotland. You just didn't get good whisky in the States. American whiskey tasted of dishwater to him.

He dips two of his still-gloved fingers in the crystal glass, coating them in a thin layer of the beautifully amber liquid.

Then, he lifts her lip with his thumb, just like he had done in the practice session. He takes his whisky-soaked index finger and slowly swipes it over her gums. The relief is almost instant.

It tingles for a moment, then her gums go numb, and Sunny's almost sobbing in relief. She holds his wrist with her hand, sucks his fingers into her mouth, lathes her tongue over his fingers, fasting the firey flavours mixed with the earthy leather, then begs for more.

#Whoops accidentally made this horn knee #ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus #my works #headcanons #headcanon #Sunshine #Sunshine ghoulette #Sunshine ghost #Unnamed Ghoulette #Cardinal copia #Copia #Papa copia #Bun writes fics

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copiasblair · 10 months

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𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖇𝖊 𝖎 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖇𝖊𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖇𝖊 𝖎 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖇𝖊𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙!

everyone look at the commission i got from @gabitzart i'm losing my mind over it we're sooooo cute!!! i love how she draws copia so i was so excited to get some art of my ship with him and it turned out so wonderful!!!! thank you so much again :33333

[ok to reblog! my self-insert blair (long hair + dress) uses they/it! they are not a girl do not misgender them. don't interact if you ship romantically with papa emeritus iv]

#i keep happy stimming over this ehehe look at how perfect we are!!#name a prettier couple i'll wait oh wait you can't!#my honey bun 🖤#what do you have to say doll?#can you feel me longing for you forever?#self ship #self shipping #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia

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ramblingoak · 5 months

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caramel macchiato mustache 👀

You've chosen...wisely...because this is sexy professor Copia! Who maybe doesn't realize how sexy he is! He just likes this new visiting professor thing he's doing at the local college teaching about the seven sins.

Unfortunately you're stuck sharing your office with him :( So every day you have to see him in his stupid tight suits carrying his stupid not sexy leather messenger bag while clutching a caramel macchiato and a sticky bun from the student run café. Does he get foam and frosting in his mustache? YES, EVERY DAY. Do you eventually want to lick it off? YES, OF COURSE YOU DO.

Anyway...a lil taste (I literally just wrote this so sorry if it's messy):

"Good morning Professor! What'll it be today?"

"Just a black coffee please." You shoved your hand around your bag while you tried to find your debit card. "Oh and a sticky bun."

"Sorry Professor, we just sold the last one." Son of a dick, of course they did. "Would you like something else?"

"No, just the coffee then. Thank you."

You watched as the student got your coffee ready but your eyes were quickly drawn to two young women that were whispering fiercely to each other and glancing at you. Right when your coffee was handed over one of them finally approached the counter.

"Hey Professor, is Cardinal Copia ok?"

"Uh, yes?" You couldn't help but make a face at her. It was too early in the day to deal with all the Copia worship going around. "Why wouldn't he be?"

"We were just a little worried, he always come by the same time every morning. Him and a few of his uh, assistants?"

"He's probably just running late. I'm sure he's fine."

"Oh that makes sense! He's so dedicated I'm sure he didn't want to stop here and be late to class." You had choked on your coffee a bit at the word 'dedicated' but otherwise just gave her a weak smile and turned to go. "Wait! He's probably desperate for his usual order, hang on!"

You groaned as you watched her and another student rush around to make the stupid foamy monstrosity he showed up with every day. Another day watching him lick caramel foam out of his mustache.

Not that you watched him do it. Ever.

"Here you go!" You managed a weak smile as you picked up Copia's drink but your eyes narrowed when you saw her set down a small paper bag. "And here, this is his favorite."

The smell of the treat in the bag hit your nose and you had to bite your lip to keep from growling. When you were far enough away from the counter you set the coffees down and took a peek inside the bag to see a perfectly baked sticky bun.

"Goddammit."

WIP Tag Game

#wip tag game #sexy professor copia loves his sugary treats #maybe some day he'll share one with you #or you can lick it out of his mustache for him idk #it's a work in progress #cardinal copia x female reader #copia x female reader #the band ghost fanfiction #cardinal copia fanfiction #copia fanfiction

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canarycolemine · 10 months

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Vignettes of Paradise

Vignette 1

Pairing: Papa Emeritus x Original Female Character

Summary: Copia comforts Sister Evie, stressed from long days of work and dreaming of domestic bliss.

AO3 link!

Pictured above: Demon and Tamara (1889) Konstantin Makovsky

The sun had long since set, the moonlight hidden behind a thick cover of cloud. A night, felt solidly in Sister Evie’s eyes.

The infirmary was abuzz with patients, never providing a moment of relief for the young woman. On her feet for hours long stretches, Evie longed for her rest since high noon.

She had recently moved into the Papal suites from her small dormitory, and yet, a single evening she was not granted to be with her lover. Understanding of Copia’s obligations, she wanted to make it home before him, at least to have a sweet dinner and cuddle before bed. The domestic bliss of a nighttime routine was not yet granted to her. But how she wanted it.

She hardly registered the tears falling from her eyes as she reached the shared suite. Whether they were tears of exhaustion or of missing her love, a sniffle brought her to reality.

The heavy oak door opened slowly, cautious to avoid excessive noise, hoping not to awake Copia from his sleep.

The low glow of a slowly extinguishing fireplace was the only source of light in the brilliant foyer. Certainly Copia was asleep.

She hadn’t expected him to be up, it would be unfair, but she wanted to hold him, to see him. A pouty frown crossed her face.

Less than gracefully dropping her work bag, discarding her veil on top. Normally, her neat nature would make her cringe by not depositing her laundry in an appropriate place. But today, fatigue wore on her last principles of cleanliness.

Her long black hair, tightly braided and bunned now unpinned- letting the tension fall from her scalp. A gentle tingle fell down her spine, letting her have some relief. She began the oft more relaxing process of removing her braid. Her movements were halted by a strong grasp on her shoulder. In her moments of reprieve, she didn’t register her lover walking into the room.

The grasp on her shoulder turned her around.

Copia gazed upon his lovely. He took in the sight of her reddened eyes, from fatigue and slightly puffed from tears likely. His face fell looking at her exhausted state. But such a sweet smile crossed her tired face, just to see him, just the relief she needed.

Copia’s face was equally tired, remnants of his papal paint long removed lingered in the tight junctions of his aged eyes. How Evie wished to wash his face herself, just to tenderly wipe away his obligations and the stress of his role. Silently, she cupped the man’s face in her hands, as he snaked his hands around her waist, pulling her close.

Gently, as if he was made of glass, surely shattering if she slightly let go, she made small circles around his cheeks.

“Hello, cara mia.”

“Hi, Papa” she gently said, hardly above a whisper. How she adored him. “I’m sorry I’m late.” And her face fell, suddenly allowing the fatigue to affect her emotions. Her eyes water, a small lump building in her throat.

Copia pulled her head to his chest and began to rock her, as small streams fell from her eyes.

“It’s okay, my Evie. You’re home now.” He didn’t shush her, didn’t attempt to stop her tears. A keen understanding of her feelings. To validate her. She needed to cry, he would be here to hold her through it.

A few minutes passed.

“I’m sorry, my love, I wanted to be here with you.” She choked.

“You’re here now, yes? Then it is okay!” He said so quietly, just to her.

“I just… want to spend an evening with you. Get ready for bed, be here for you. I missed you so much today. I’m sorry, Copia, I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be apologizing for, Evie. You have been so busy, the siblings in the infirmary need you! Who else would be treating the gonorrhea that Terzo gives them!”

She chuckled, feeling a lightness return.

“That’s patient confidentiality, Copia. I cannot disclose that information to you.” She teased.

“Papa is a slut, he does not keep that confidential.” Copia eased her, he pulled her face away from his chest, getting a proper look at her. “I love you, my Evie.”

“I love you, my Copia.”

“Let’s go to bed.” He lifted her in his arms, sliding his hands under her knees and back. She snaked her arms around his neck.

Here she was, his whole world in his arms. And so he held the whole world in arms as they returned to their bedroom. Carefully, slipping her into her pajamas - she wanted one of Copia’s old shirts. It was so comfortable, being surrounded by him. All of it.

He held her close to his chest, she fell quickly asleep to the steady heartbeat of the man she loved most of all. And there he kept her, holding her as if she was going to slip away if he even loosened his hold.

This was their love. So alive in the quiet. Heaven could offer no greater paradise.

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I hope you enjoyed and don’t mind learning more about Copia and Evie’s relationship!

#ghost oc #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus x fem!OC #copia x oc #the band ghost fic #ghost fanart #ghost band fanfic #copia x female reader #copia art #cardinal copia x reader

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