#secondo please **** ** ** ** *** *****

[xpapaemeritus]

blue secondo 🦋

[blehphegor]

I’m sorry but if Secondo doesn’t get resurrected then appears on screen butt naked and oiled up and then proceeds to walk out of the screen and into the movie theater, I am leaving the theater !!!!

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

I am so sorry for this, I don't know what happened to me but once again, here I am writting angst instead of happily pretending everyone is alive and happy.

Alpha is a hard ghoul to scare.

He's ancient- not as old as Omega, Zephyr or Earth, but definitely older than most of the newer ghouls. He's seen things, in the pit and topside, beyond horrific, has blood on his hands, and is intimately familiar with its coppery taste.

And yet, as he holds a gasping Omega against his chest, Alpha has never been more terrified in his entire life.

Omega, sturdy, reliable Omega, unshakeable Omega, is falling appart in Alpha's arms, and there's nothing the fire ghoul can do.

Nothing but hold him tight and pray his suffering will end. In his despair, Alpha curses how human they've become, after spending so much time amongst them. Human enough to feel much more than a ghoul should. Human enough to get attatched, to fall in love. Oh, how Alpha curses love.

Omega is sobbing, gut-wreching cries that echo in his bedroom, clinging to Alpha like letting go would kill them both. It takes a while for the fire ghoul to realize the litany of broken noises escaping Omega's mouth are actually words.

I can't, I can't, I can't.

Alpha doesn't need to ask what Omega means. Omega cannot fanthom a world without Terzo. Cannot imagine his life without the one bright star that so thoroughly changed it. Cannot bear the agony of loss and grief. And Alpha is torn between terror and rage. Because he cannot help.

He grieves, too, of course he does. Terzo is- was his friend, Primo his first Papa and a man he highly respected, and Secondo...Alpha would rather not think about the man's rare raspy laugh right now. Something about the taste of missed opportunities isn't very appealing at the moment.

Alpha grieves, too, but he doesn't know what having someone who had weaved their way into his very soul torn away from him feels like. So he tightens his helpless arms around Omega, and prays that there will be something left of the quint's shattered heart.

So yes, Alpha, tough, I've-seen-much-worse Alpha, is trembling in terror as he witnesses the strongest ghoul he ever knew getting torn from the inside out by love's ugly twin, grief.

[nekronyancer]

Secondo hand studies, nothing weird~

Today I give you this, tomorrow? Who knows 🫴

[delulluart]

Tried something new using black ink for this Secondo commission and it turned out quite well

[bratty-metalhead]

Don’t fuck with Papa

TikTok: brattymetalhead

[sxnnelysister]

Whatever you order, your dark excellency

[akonos]

yeehawgust day 1: Gather the Posse

a little cowboy piece for the beloved @copiasass for their amazing fic Copper & Iron

[phantoms-finger-tapes]

We got a new Ghost photo. Judging from Papa Nihil's face paint, it's a new one and not an old BTS photo.

It could be for a new chapter BUT look at the guy in the reflection

Am I crazy or does he look like Papa Secondo?

If it is Secondo, then maybe this photo is a BTS for the Ghost movie? Maybe we'll get flashbacks with the previous Papas? Maybe? Hopefully.

[Edit] Someone on Reddit pointed out Nihil's eyes. Dead Nihil can see. In the photo, he is still wearing the white contact lenses. Maybe this IS for the movie!!!

[theboyofalltime]

Stupid ass Ghost fan turns cat from Pinterest into Secondo instead of napping. Progressively becomes more tired.

It feels worth it.

[bupia]

I wish I wasn't a perfectionist so Secondo's fic would be finished at this point.

Unfortunately I AM and I can't finish it because I keep changing things and add more because I just want it to be perfect 😔 help

Hopefully, I'll be posting it next week, I'm finally free from work and I got some time.

I miss y'all and I miss posting here.

[delulluart]

Secondo and Copia having a brotherly moment, based on @youwouldntlietopapa 's fic here or here (go and read it!)

[ramblingoak]

Why is there so much drama in this fandom over HAIR of all things??

[the-skeleton-cowboy]

Spot the difference. 🧐

[monkeysinger24]

OH MY GOD FANART IDEA!!!!

I don’t have the artistic ability for this, but can someone PLEASE draw all the papas as cowboys riding the four horses of the apocalypse? Primo would be war because it’s red, Secondo would be pestilence because it’s green, Copia would be death because of the horse in the Rats music video, and that leaves Terzo with the black horse named famine.

[ghuleh-recs]

Violence & Gentleness by @anamelessfool

You made me forget myself…I thought I was someone else, someone good… LATE OCTOBER 1979 Primo has his work cut out for him as the bodyguard of the beautiful and fearsome Mater Emerita Jocasta. As mystery after mystery unfolds, it becomes harder to remain a honest man in this den of thieves called the Ministry.

(Thank you in advance for humoring me whilst I scream at the top of my lungs into the abyss about this wonderful fanfic under the cut.)

@anamelessfool is creating something really special here. Her writing style is cinematic and engaging as she weaves a mystery set in the late 70s featuring a VERY dreamy Primo before he becomes Papa. He is bodyguard and lover to the incredibly cool Papessa OC, Mater Emerita Jocasta. Fool’s world building and lore are so creative without being intimidating or dense. This story is set in her wonderful Void AU but can easily be read as a standalone.

Papa-enjoyers will lose their fucking minds over Primo and all of his kid brothers. We’ve got sullen troublemaker teen Terzo (who just needs a hug tbh). We’ve got capable prodigy eager-to-prove-himself Secondo. WE HAVE THE CUTEST TODDLER COPIA THAT HAS EVER BEEN WRITTEN. Truly. You are not prepared for how much you’ll love him. And finally we’ve got a hilarious deadbeat hippie dad Nihil who definitely experimented with too many psychedelic drugs in the sixties.

I know many of us read fan fiction for horny reasons—whether it be ghoul-on-ghoul or papa-on-you—but I triple dog dare you to broaden your horizons for just a moment and check this one out.

A quick excerpt from one of my favorite scenes before you go:

Nihil stretched his face out into a wide, rubbery mask of enthusiasm. “Primo! Ah! Far out! Congratulations….” The stark white Infernal Eye shone in its socket. “He looks just like Jocasta! My grandson…”

“No, that's not— I'm not going to even…” Primo paused and threw his father a polite smile. He added that moment to the pile of evidence that suggested that either the Papa Emeritus Ritual or the Sixties scrambled the man's brain.

“Edelweiss Ghoul and I found him in the location the Conclave uncovered. His father was—” The image of the splattered wall shot through his mind. The dummy-like hands and splayed feet. Primo swallowed. “We think his father was killed.”

“Terrible! That's terrible, man!” Nihil’s face morphed again.

“He's yours now, right? So still my grandson.”

“We're only taking care of him until I find his family,” said Primo.

“We? Did you say “we?”” Terzo padded forward to stand a foot away from Copia on Primo’s knee. His expression was inscrutable.

“Yes, ‘we’,” Primo insisted. Copia started to kick in his lap and he brought the child down to the floor. “All of us. Need to take care of him. He doesn't have anyone else. Copia, this is Terzo.”

Copia flashed Terzo his furious little face. Terzo blanched, then stared right back. “What did I do to you, eh? Ragazzone?”

“Does he not speak?” From his seat at the window Secondo had a curious small smile hovering on his lips. He held his hands out to the child. Copia glanced back at Primo.

“Not really. Go on, Copia, that's Secondo.”

Secondo somehow brought the child into his lap and opened the book again. Right away Copia settled in and stared at the pages, his eyes wide with curiosity. Primo felt a shift in himself that he hadn’t experienced in a few days: he started to feel relaxed. As he watched his younger brother tend to the child with thoughtful muttering and an imperceptible smile he fell back a little on the couch. It was going to be okay.

You can read the rest here.

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