#Aether/Copia

[popiaemeritus]

A tall lad and his short rat friend eyy-

[palesweetsdeer]

Do you think Copia got insecure after gaining weight? And do the ghouls like their papa a lil chunkier? Or do they not care?

Ghoul logic is relatively simple

More Papa = More to love

[jaidoodles]

Beloveds

[them-filthy-rodents]

trophy_husband.jpeg

copia put coat tails on aether to save us all 

[the-pigeon-queen]

Just a lill' Aether/Copia comic :)c

[gyatterimperator]

aether taking copia outside in the middle of the night and telling him all about space and the constellations when copia is too anxious to sleep. thank u that's all

[discordburger]

Aether/Copia first kiss prompt 💕🥹🙏🏻

its kinda a drabble but,, Era 3 copiaether yippee!!

Aether tapped along to whatever was playing, his eyes focused on his drink in hand. He huffed, longing for Ifrit or Dew to come back. Of course Terzo had invited his ghouls to this party, and of course Aether had lost his pack in the mass of people. Even Mountain, who was humongous compared to everyone else. He leaned back against the table, contemplating getting more to drink already. His ears twitched as someone approached the table of drinks, and he instantly started raking his brain for who this was. Clearly someone important-ish in the Ministry, but who? He inhaled as he remembered, right, the Cardinal.

“Cardinal,” he greeted, nodding to the shorter man.

The rat mat nodded back, and said with an awkward grin, “Ah, one of Terzo’s ghouls. Aether, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me” The ghoul said, giving him a toothy grin. He fiddled with the stage outfit he was forced into. It felt wrong, to be in front of a (admittedly cute) clergy member in such a stupid outfit. He inhaled deeply again, and picked up the scent of fear from the man next to him.

He seemed to notice Aether staring at him and he quickly stuttered out, “You’re the first ghoul I’ve really…spoken too. Well, besides Special, but he’s boring.”

Aether couldn’t help but chuckle at that. He looked the man up and down, before grabbing his wrist and leading him to one of the many empty rooms. An office, perfect! He thought, as he dragged Copia in.

Copia let out a strange squeak like sound as Aether tossed his metallic mask onto the desk. He sat on its edge, examining the man before him.

“I’m not going to eat you, Cardinal.” Aether giggled, his tail wagging behind him. “I figured you were anxious, I can just tell these things. You smell like fear.”

Copia blinked, before stepping closer. His wide eyes never seemed to leave Aether’s face, and he leaned forward, murmuring, “Lord below, you’re beautiful..”

Aether snapped backwards, blushing. Copia reached a hand up to cup his cheek, stepping closer to the larger ghoul.

“May..May I kiss you?”

“Go ahead, handsome”

[nastylittleghouls]

Copia: Why did you tell me to tell them that? Aether: What? You need to be more specific Copia: I’m at the garage. I told them my car horn wasn't working and that I needed more honk juice and now the mechanic is laughing at me

[dewedup]

Kinktober Day 3 - Blood Play/Gloves/Leather

@jimothybarnes and yours truly are back with another addition to the beautiful prompt list by @kroas-adtam

someone please tell me to stop trying to add plot to my porn

Pairing: Aether/Copia

Words: 1,540

Copia lets his hand travel to the ground, dipping the tips of his fingers into the pool of blood surrounding them. He raises it to his face, twisting his hand around as he watches it shine, barely noticeable among the black leather of his gloves.

He moves his hand again, tracing it down the curve of Aether’s cheek watching the crimson paint his skin seemingly out of nowhere. Aether’s nostrils flare as his eyes darken, his forked tongue slipping out to lick at the trail of blood, catching some with the muscle.

“Oh”

Read the rest under the cut or here on AO3

Aether makes eye contact with the sibling of sin he’s had his eyes on for a week now. Watching their daily movements, when and where they can be found in the abbey at any given moment.

He’s made himself a familiar, friendly face.

Being the de facto leader of the ghouls comes with a level of responsibility that Aether thrives on. He's good at assigning tasks, making sure things are done in a timely manner, and wrangling the less serious ghouls. He prides himself on how many different things he can juggle without cracking under pressure.

He wouldn’t say he’s cracking, exactly.

It’s just that he’s getting older.

Tours take more of a toll on his human vessel. Finds himself enjoying off days just to stay in, watch TV and relax, instead of going gallivanting with the group to explore every corner topside. Mountain will look at him sympathetically after a rough show. Watch the way Aether takes his steps with a little more caution, trying not to aggravate the already worn-down muscles. He doesn’t completely understand. Mountain and Dew were summoned at the same time as him? Mountain is aging gracefully, probably due to the amount of time he spends doing yoga, mediating, spending time in nature and crafting herbal concoctions that he swears by. And Dew, the water-turned-fire ghoul can still act like a kit some days. He’s slowed down, but only microscopically. Just watching the way Dew, Rain and Swiss fuck around makes Aether want to curl up under a blanket with a good book.

But Aether’s been managing… until he wasn’t.

The summoning of two new ghouls, with Sunny being sent to their sister location to work on her ‘behavioural issues’ and Aether being asked to step down from his role as a band ghoul, to be taken under Zephyr’s wing with the library and balancing the books for the Ministry. It’s the beginning of the end, he feels. Like they’re slowly phasing him out of any real jobs, so that if one day they decide to send him back to the pit no one will even notice.

He feels unwanted, not needed.

But he won’t go down easy. If they’re going to send him back to the hell from which he came, he’s going to make it well worth it.

He’s still making eye contact with the sibling, when he motions with his head to the hallway at the end of the hall. He can almost taste the blush that graces their cheeks as they nod, making their way to the dark end of the hall, stupidly letting the quintessence ghoul stay a few paces behind them.

It’s almost too easy.

-

As the high of fear-spiked blood slowly ebbs away, Aether’s faced with the consequences of his own actions.

His eyes travel the floor of the sibling’s room, blood splattered from the messy, nonfatal wound he had opened their chest with. Regrets it now, causing pain when he knew from the start that he was going to take their life. But the bloodlust and his already turbulent emotions didn’t mix well together.

With a sigh, Aether starts to climb to his feet, pushing up so that he’s sitting on his knees, and that’s when the door opens.

“Oh, my ghoul,” Copia’s tone is laced with the same disappointment that fills his eyes as he takes in the scene before him. He’s dressed like he just got back from an outing, in a clean-pressed suit and sunglasses tucked into the collar of his shirt. Aether tries to protest, holding up his hands in an attempt to stop him, but Copia shushes him and rests comfortably on his knees.

They both watch as the knees of his white pants start to absorb the puddle of blood that’s semi-concealed on the dark flooring. The patch of red grows with every second, the liquid rapidly chilling the longer it’s outside of the body that used to house it.

“I’m sorry,” Aether mumbles, unshed tears glistening in his eyes as shame washes over him. Leather-covered fingers grasp his chin, tugging it up from where it had fallen to his chest. He anchors himself to Copia’s eyes, seeing kindness he doesn’t deserve.

“It’s okay my pretty ghoul,” he whispers, leaning forward to press a kiss on the ghoul’s forehead. Aether has always been Copia’s favourite. It’s a well-known fact and that’s probably why he isn’t being stern or reprimanding him. Where he should be the punisher as head of the Ministry, he finds himself consoling the clearly struggling ghoul. He’s had his eye on him for the last little while, seeing Aether close himself off slowly but surely from his friends and family.

“I don’t want to be sent back,” Aether whines, collapsing against the binded chest Copia pulls him into. He shushes him as Aether lets out a few tears, giving him the time he needs to pull himself back together.

“I would never send you back Aeth. I couldn’t picture myself being in this existence without you. I thought you’d enjoy the break from touring, getting to spend more time with Zephyr and learning the more monotonous but nonetheless important tasks of keeping this ship afloat.”

Aether feels stupid, can’t believe he let him work himself up to thinking he was being taken behind the barn to be handled. Copia was just trying to help him, give his life a purpose outside of performing, which his body was clearly starting to rebel against.

Aether lets out a long breath, feeling the weight of the world disappear from his shoulders. He even starts purring; it feels foreign since it’s been so long since he’s been content enough to vibrate from deep in his chest.

They sit in silence for a second, Aether finally leaning back to look up at Copia like he’s hung the stars and the moon.

Copia lets his hand travel to the ground, dipping the tips of his fingers into the pool of blood surrounding them. He raises it to his face, twisting his hand around as he watches it shine, barely noticeable among the black leather of his gloves.

He moves his hand again, tracing it down the curve of Aether’s cheek watching the crimson paint his skin seemingly out of nowhere. Aether’s nostrils flare as his eyes darken, his forked tongue slipping out to lick at the trail of blood, catching some with the muscle.

“Oh,” Copia squeaks, surprised at the way his cunt clenches at the act. Aether growls, a flurry of movement ensuing that ends with Copia’s pussy sliding down Aether’s hard cock.

They both groan as Copia sinks fully onto him.

“Take me so well,” Aether praises, clawed fingers digging into Copia’s hips to help him. He pushes and pulls, guiding their movement as Copia tries to grasp his bearings.

“Off,” Copia gasps, hands clutching Aether’s clothed chest. The ghoul doesn’t need any further instructions, leaning off the ground to rip the shirt over his head. Copia’s hands find their place back on his chest, sliding down a little as Aether resumes fucking into him. He gushes onto the cock splitting him open when he catches sight of the bloody handprint marking the skin above Aether’s heart. The sight unleashes a hunger Copia’s never felt before, lifting and bouncing himself with more urgency while his hands dip into the puddle of blood once again.

He tries to make clean lines, but there’s bumps and hitches along the trail he’s carving with the punishing pace Aether has set for them. But he gets the job done, and there’s a crimson painting covering the ghoul’s hairy chest. Copia moans wantonly as he takes in the scene.

The way he clenches around Aether has the ghoul doubling his actions, leaving bruising marks on Copia’s hips as he fucks into him, the resounding sound of their skin slapping filling the otherwise empty room.

Copia’s thrown, his balance off with the force of the thrusts beneath him. He falls forward, his hands flying up with barely enough time to catch him from knocking his head off the ghoul growling below him.

He stares into Aether’s eyes for a minute but gets distracted by something off to the side. He glances over and notices his one hand has landed beside the sibling’s corpse; their blonde hair trapped under the hand while he gets thoroughly fucked by their killer.

It’s extremely disrespectful to have insanely hot sex beside a freshly dead body, and it shouldn’t make it hot. But Lucifer below it is. He’s clenching down on Aether, both of them moaning as Aether’s hips stutter. Copia starts to feel sad that their time is so close to an end, but Aether doesn’t let him ruminate on it for long as one of his hands leaves his hip, finding his clit and teasing hard circles around the engorged bud.

It's all he needs. Copia’s riding the waves of his orgasm, the contractions of his pussy pulling Aether right along with him over the edge. They stay there, exchanging oxygen as they gasp for breath, foreheads pressed together. Copia's chuckle breaks the silence that's settled over them. 

“You’ve still gotta clean up this mess my pretty little ghoul.”

[robboyblunder]

Remember how I said I couldn't stop thinking about Ghouls? yeah LOL. Anyways, I finally finished my "Ghoul Guide" which is a comic featuring made up lore about summoning nameless ghouls as well as things about them and their roles!

this by no means is comprehensive of everything I've made up for them, but I'm testing the waters with this comic! if it gets enough love I'll make an additional comic about ghoul origins, element types, and maybe even design non-assigned ghoul outfits for each era costume hehe.

ID in ALT text! transcript for comic text under the cut!

Transcript is numbered for each page the text is for!

A rite of passage for becoming “Papa”, It starts with a will and your judgement

A specialized chamber is necessary, 1) to avoid interference 2) to prevent escape.

After all; feral ghouls are raw elements, And to survive, one must tame them.

Each element has a diversity of strengths and rarity / and the first ghoul summoned sets precedent for how a leader is perceived.

Additionally, the first is the personal servant and an important assistant for life; Often times assistance is needed for future summoning, but a limit of 2 maintains respect to show you’re still capable.

However, they must accept you- you must earn their respect, and they only choose if willing. And they are not always willing.

One must be prepared to face Hell itself. To prove one is worthy to take the stage, controlling the devil’s magic is key.

It’s important to roll the dice and summon a variety, but one may only tame as many as the power of their sin allows, which, naturally, varies.

And while they’re loyal as determined by one’s rank… / Remember: The ministry comes first.

Ghoul records broken by copia.

Record: Most ghouls summoned at one time: 8 (10 including past members), Record: Most obedient first summon (for an amateur).

Record: Most powerful summons (2 S-Class ghouls); All consuming Hell Fire (AKA: “Sodo” or “Dew”); Hurricane From Hades (AKA: “Cumulus”); Record: Most elemental offshoots summoned (3). Offshoots of (then lists the symbols for quintessence and fire).

ghoul roles.

Assistance, Fighting.

Personal Guard, And of course: Performing.

end transcript.

[ratinhatsstuff]

Oh, I just had a thought — it would be nice to draw ghouls, you know

They could totally replace light bulbs! :D

[palesweetsdeer]

Maybe something with the ghouls fighting over copias attention and one ghoul is already getting attention (phantom or aether) and there all jealous?

They’re fighting between their love for Phantom and the absolute jealousy eating at their brains (continuation of my Phantom/Copia piece)

[bebellsoterel]

Copia with Cirrus and Aether for pride month !

[serpentine-illusion]

THEY WENT ON TOUR AND THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED FOR THE ENTIRE BAND?????? 🛌🛌🛌🛌

Do you want to hear about sleep headcanons??????? They’re under the cut 🤯

-Copia USED TO be a morning person, always on time, always put together

-now he usually gets mediocre sleep at best, always sandwiched between all the ghouls while theyre fighting about who gets to sleep next to him that night

-Aether and Cumulus are THE morning people of the group, always up by at least 6, getting tasks done and waking the others up usually

-Mountain and Swiss SNOOOOREEEEE

-Swiss constantly moves, kicks or readjust and still gets a perfect nights sleep, excited to get up but usually doesnt actually get up before 8

-plays video games or bothers someone else before actually getting up

-Cumulus needs to hold someone when shes asleep, Sodo and Copia are her favorite since their smaller/her height

-Sodo is usually way too hot and also is a super light sleeper, gets woken up by others moving, his own hair, his clothes, everything

-Sodo is evil in the morning and Lus and Aether usually let him sleep in

-Rain is a belly sleeper and DROOLS

-Rain usually sleeps without a shirt, his skin is damp so the texture of a damp cloth all night drives him insane

-Cirrus needs to be woken up at least 3 times, she just loves sleeping, sleeps through every alarm, cannot be trusted to get up on her own

-Mountain can sleep literally anywhere and usually hits the ‘dad that said he wasnt tired and then fell asleep in front of the tv’ pose

[nihildenial]

big fan of backstage pictures that give "papa duck and his eight ducklings" energy

[frontalgarf]

Rushed ghost fanart because I NEEDED to get something out to celebrate rite here rite now (btw saw the movie it was incredible I loved it it was soooooo so sososososo silly)