#THE CARDINALS. BROTHER.

[allpromarlo]

ravens 6-2 life is good

[turbodrawn]

Okay, making the fake dating sim drawing was decidedly fun so here’s one with Copia back when he was a Cardinal

(ideally how I think the player would meet him for the first time if it was real)

While I cannot make the game, I may make more of these with other characters soon

Also playing with the ideas of possible characters for more mock dating sim screenshots like other Papas one on one (of course), ghouls/ghoulettes either in groups or alone, and maybe Sister and Nihil and/or Psaltarian

Detail Shots Below:

[areggos-art-dump]

the brothers <3

[autumnblooms]

Papa’s got a new suit~

[madpatti]

A happy family photo...

Or not...haha

I've always wanted to draw all Papas together so here it is :)

[lilspacewolfie]

I Will Hold You For The Minute

I have a lot of feelings about this movie, too many to express, so please take this even though I'm sure it is not at all coherent <3

Content: 1.1k words, Copia x gn!reader, soft and angsty, idk i have too many feelings right now, ghovie related, Copia stresses a lot, lots of kisses, sweetness, that new fit oh my fucking satan its so hot, no beta.

It is so late that the Ministry halls are deathly silent, with only the rodents out of their hunts. It’ll probably be morning soon, you haven’t looked at a clock for hours, but the world outside remains cool and black. 

Today has been… a lot. That is the only way you can think of describing it. Overwhelming, emotional—like a tornado has ripped through the halls… and yet everything is the same, untouched. 

The man you love, standing before the mirror in his room and studying his reflection, is still here. He’s still Copia. 

Alive and breathing. 

You watch him from the doorway of his bathroom, having just slipped the last of his paint pots into the cabinets, stored away, wondering if they’ll ever be used again. Probably, most likely not. Melancholy has been a familiar friend for you today, and you cannot even begin to imagine how Copia is feeling. 

Copia, now Frater Imperator. 

It is surreal. 

Copia’s got an appraising face on. You watch his gloved hands touch the black glittering clerical collar, smoothing down the front of his new, stunning jacket. It is beautiful, tailor-made and spun from the finest wool with twisted, peak lapels made of the softest, shiniest satin. Attached to the lapels and edged with black gemstones, two precious rubies are pinned with a chain connecting in the centre from which a black grucifix swings. It sparkles under the lamplight, like stars against a black sky at the bottom of which, a ruby red tear-drop gem dangles. It’s ridiculous, maybe even a little bit impractical, but it's certainly Copia. And he looks damn good.

He fiddles with the collar and adjusts his cuffs for the hundredth time that night, and you watch his shoulders visibly slump when he meets your eyes in the mirror. You can't help but smile. How can you not? You love him, adore him with everything you are. 

“Hey,” you whisper, stepping into the room, “the bath is ready…”

Copia nods, his eyes back on his reflection. You pad up to him, barefoot and wrapped in his robe that hangs off your body, sliding an arm through his elbow. You lean against his shoulder, squeezing his bicep. The material creases under your touch, cool and crisp.

“Are you ready to get all this off?” You say again, softly, stroking up his arm tenderly. 

The stiffness that grips him is telling enough. When you find his gaze again, his unblinking and wide eyes are glassy, a little of his paint starting to smear down his cheek with a single tear. You can’t help when your own eyes start to burn. The emotions of the day are finally coming to a head. You’ve both been as strong as you can, an unspoken rule that matters not behind closed doors.

“You did so well,” you whisper, sliding a hand down to his tense one. When you lace your fingers through his, his grip is vice.

“Amore…” The way his voice falters on the term is too much for you.

“I’m so proud of you,” you sniffle, your own tears falling. You grip him tighter, leaning into him, watching your pictures in the mirror. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Copia. My Copia…”

When his face crumbles, you pull each other in a tight, suffocating embrace. Copia buries his head in your shoulder and finally, finally, a sob breaks from him. His grip on you is tense, gloved fingers grasping at you desperately, like he’s afraid if he loosens his hold for a moment you’ll slip through his fingers like smoke. He wets your neck with tears, trembling as you stroke a hand through his soft hair and nuzzle into him. 

You kiss the soft, secret space of skin just under his ear, forever marked by your mouth as you hush him. You whisper words of affection and love, pouring everything you have into him, filling his cup with your light while you replace yours with his dark in the hopes he can find some relief. 

“I’m so proud of you,” you tell him again, softly, half-choked. “Everyone will be… so proud of you.” 

“I—I hope I did good for them. I hope I—I was good enough,” he whimpers on a shaky breath.

“Oh, you did so well,” you cradle the back of his neck and press your cheek to his before you nudge him back. The paint around his eyes is a messy smear down his cheeks, his top lip mashed and smeared into his bottom.

You cradle his handsome face, stroking bare thumbs over his cheeks, catching tears and smears of black paint. His eyes are bloodshot, the white iris starker in the centre of its red rim. The wrinkles of his face are deeper somehow with the stress, with all the loss and heartache, but it doesn’t detract from his beauty—from your Copia.

Leaning up on your tip-toes, you press your forehead to his and close your eyes. His hands stay around you, keeping you close. He’s still tense, but softening as the emotions are finally allowed out of the floodgates. 

“You did so well, my baby. My beautiful, sweet man,” you reaffirm again, smiling bittersweet, pulling back to kiss his cheek. Copia closes his eyes and sniffles again. 

“You will always be Copia. Nothing will ever change that.” You kiss his opposite cheek, speaking between sweet pecks. Copia starts to sway with you, slow, ample movements as you speak. “No matter your title,” another kiss, “no matter your appearance or your dress.” You kiss his forehead. “Papa Emeritus. Frater Imperator Copia.” You kiss his wet lids and the tip of his nose. “You will always be loved and treasured, forever. By your fans, by me, by everyone, my sweet boy. I know we are all so proud of you even if it all feels shit right now.” Your smile is bittersweet when he cracks his eyes open. They’re less watery than before. And you chuckle, quietly, nuzzling your nose to his. He lets out a heavy sigh.

Finally, after a few more bittersweet tears, you kiss him on the mouth. You melt into each other, gripping his lapels, his hand on the back of your neck, everything so soft, solid and shaky all at once. It’s strange, to finally watch the balloon that's been inflating beneath his ribs finally pop. 

“Ti amo,” Copia crokes roughly. “I don’t know what I would ever do without you, amore.”

You bring your hands up once more, caressing his temples and stroking through his soft, mousy hair and greys. He purrs, mismatched eyes fluttering. He pulls you in for another deep kiss, humming into our mouth when you part your lips.

It will take time to accept the changes, you know, neither of you will ever get used to such a huge shift… You’ve both always been afraid of the future and talked about your fears and anxieties in the late morning hours when neither of you could sleep. But you’ve done it before, and you will do it again, together as one.

You know that with him, the future doesn’t look so foreign.

<3

masterlist ⛧ Ao3

[cowbell-ghuleh]

More Plushia nonsense.

Copia & Terzo managed to trap the little hell spawn unfortunately Secondo doesn't quite understand the gravity of the situation.

Another one of my stupid rough comics. Proper finished artwork is in the works but I've been a bit busy this week!

The interviews and other canon stuff from the Infestissumam heavily implies Secondo is quite cruel to his ghouls and they hate him which inspired this!

Links to the other "plusia series" artwork below the cut

[cardis-tricycle]

Where's Primos rose? The old one deserves it as well

[vogelfreyh]

𖤐 Don’t give up, fratellino 𖤐

Finally finished this one! ❤️ I have the headcanon that Copia feels pretty self conscious at times and is scared to not live up to the clergy’s expectations. …also because he is aware how and why his brothers ‚died‘.

This scene here is a dream he has while he’s literally on the edge of a precipice. He sees the ghostly greenish silhouette of his brother Terzo towering above him, slowly reaching out his hand to help him up. „Don’t give up yet, fratellino. I know you can do it.“

Terzo nods with a smile and Copia feels a lump in his throat. He always thought that Terzo didn’t care much about him, when he was still alive and that he saw him as a burden whenever he tried to interact with him. He was wrong. In fact, Terzo cared a lot, but never was able to show it. Emotions were a sign of weakness and made you vulnerable and he just couldn’t allow that. He never hated himself more for this until the day he died.

Copia understood. A grateful smile appeared on his lips as he reached out to grab his brother’s hand. He would not give up. He would stay strong. For their sake. For his brothers sake. Terzo, Secondo and Primo.

[namelessdumbass]

4 brothers, 1 dumb brain cell

[copias-juicebox]

your dash has been blessed by cardinal copia today. Reblog for your mutuals to be blessed as well. xxx

[naffeclipse]

Definitely didn't make an account just to ask this. But what if Orca!Eclipse just started finding more babies and bringing them to Y/N to keep warm and raise? I picture this happening with Harpy!Y/N but I can see it happening with all the other Birdies.

Oh my gosh

Harpy!Y/N growing increasingly distressed that Eclipse keeps finding these orphaned mythical creature kids and setting them in her lap like, free kids :) She's desperately doing everything to keep them all safe and warm while he's happily hunting and taking his turn with the babies.

Orca!Eclipse, holding up a baby narwhal siren: Birdie, look!

Harpy!Y/N, already cradling a gaggle of babies: where do you keep finding orphans

[gravehags]

no thoughts, just jork dick mic

[stressghoul]

I am crying in the club

[mardyart]

ignoring canon by making secondo massive….. tallest hunkiest emeritus of the bunch

so that i can draw them like this

[inkstainedrat]

Someone showed up early!