A certain edit that I see often.
I wanted to force the cursed aspect but it's not so much.
I mean it's still disturbing but not as bad as I expected.
Anyway, this is my last art for 2022.
Okay I don’t know if this is a silly question or not but does every Papa have a different signature/autograph or does Tobias keep it the same for all of them?
He changes it with every era/character and he also never goes back to the old signatures, so you can sometimes see, for example, a photo of the first Papa or first record signed by Papa IV and stuff like that. He also often signs Repugnant stuff as Mary Goore and Subvision as himself. He never (unless maybe on some super rare occasion) signs Ghost stuff as himself, so if you see something like that on eBay it's, hehe, forged. Here are some of his very many signatures.
Hey slav! Have you heard anything about a impera deluxe edition or another short album similar to like popestar and if you have ghosts?
Releasing something new would be the next logical step of course. It has been their modus operandi since the If You Have Ghost EP. They release an album, tour for a year, then release an EP and tour for another year. It keeps people excited and the machine going smoothly. Don't think that just because the band is having a bit of a break from touring right now, Tobias isn't busy working. He's always working.
How have the last 18 hours of your life been? You played at home in Stockholm last night.
- Terrible! I hate playing at home! That's the wor
Them rats, woah!
Here, have some Copia rat bois, wholesome lil fellas.
Tested the theory that any shape can become a rat, delighted to find out it truly works \^o^/
It’s still October, so my Opus era retrospective continues.. here’s one of my fav moments - Papa doing the growly bit in Ritual, from a show in Manchester in 2011. Nowadays the part is heavily enhanced by a backing track, but early on it was all Papa.
Ok, so following on from Chapter 13 can we have some beach sex between Popia and an O/C?
Well absolutely ghestie, allow me to oblige you. 😎🏖️🌅
Ghex On the Beach
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Definitely NSFW below the cut
You felt the sun kissing your face as you walked out into the deck. The warm greeting, contrasted by the cool sea breeze that flowed through your hair. It had only been a few hours since Papa arrived with you, his cream 1968 Buick Le Sabre carrying you both like a prized steed to your destination—a beach house on the west coast. He was there for training with Mr. Saltarian, but for what you couldn't say.
A detour from his promise of time spent just the two of you. It felt like it had been forever since he went on tour. Your heart aching, like a piece of your soul was gone while he was away. You tried not to be too upset when he poured over his schedule upon his return. Inside you were secretly hoping to squeeze yourself somewhere in his itinerary.
When he told you to pack up because you were headed off to the beach, you were elated. Packing your suit and sunblock—you eagerly prepared. Finding out on the way that this was for more business than pleasure. Copia, still promising to make time for you, but as the day went on and the sun began to set, your enthusiasm began to dwindle.
You decided to make the most of it. Scrounging together what you could, making yourself a halfway decent mimosa and heading outside to the deck. You leaned over the rail, watched the tide come in. The ocean waves—tranquil and endless.
It was beautiful, the golden sand illuminated by hues of creme, honey, and cerulian. The water below shimmering with the light of the dying sun. Breathtaking—all you could think of though was how you wish you were spending this moment in his arms. You closed your eyes, feeling the breeze wash over you as you let out a heavy sigh.
A few moments had passed, and still only sips taken from your drink, when you heard a sound. A creak of footsteps below you, getting closer and making your heart pound away. A voice, coming into focus—it was him. "Amore, I'm so sorry we ran late. Saltarian is trying to help. I know he is hard on me, but there are still something's I just do not fully understand." Copia conceded, coming up the stairs after his training session, which seemed to have taken its toll on him.
"I'm sure you'll be just fine Papa. Do you wanna talk about it? You asked, worried that he knew more than he let on.
“No, no amore I am done for the day.” He said as he fully ascended the deck and started towards you.
‘Are you…mine now for the evening?" You asked, an eyebrow perked and a smile donned upon your lips. Copia came up beside you, looking more handsome than he had any right to in his red sweat suit and VVLGARI black tee. He got close, enough for your breath to still as he placed his gloved hand to your face, trailing his thumb across your jaw and bringing himself down to kiss you.
"All yours." He said, peppering your face with kisses. He looked into your eyes, stunned at how amazing you looked, your windswept hair and sundress fluttering in the wind. "You are a goddess cara mia, the sunset pales in comparison." He flattered you. The words sent you soaring to cloud 9. Your heart aching at just how much you loved him, how much he loved you.
"Cope…Papa…let's go for a walk." You suggested, Copia gesturing with his hand for you to lead the way. You hurried to grab a blanket and a bottle of champagne and two glasses as the two of you stepped down off the deck. The warm sand against your bare feet as you walked the shore. It wasn’t long until you found a good spot to enjoy the sunset.
Copia smoothing out the beach blanket on top of the sand, as you watched on. You sat beside each other as Copia popped open the champagne, you holding out your glass as he filled it almost to the brim. Finally being alone together was worth the wait. Copia told you all about his training with Mr. Saltarian. He lit up as he talked about him, it was obvious that he looked up to the man. Copia also explained that soon Sister and Nihil would be joining you. A prospect for which you were not too keen on. Suddenly you realized your plan the rest of the trip into a romantic getaway was quickly fading.
"Amore, what's wrong?" Copia asked you, he could tell you were troubled.
"I just missed you is all. You've been gone on tour and I've barely seen you in months. Now here we are on a beach of all places and I gotta share you with everyone." You pouted. Copia chuckled a bit before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you towards him. The only sounds between you—the crashing of waves.
You looked up into his mismatched eyes, seeing within them the love he felt for you. "You wanna, you know, do a little sumthin sumthin." He asked you, wiggling his eyebrows and gyrating his hips. You couldn't help but laugh, he was absolutely such a dork, but he was yours.
"You're too much." You continued placing a hand on Copia's thigh.
"No cara. I mean it." He said, looking at you dead in the eyes. His gaze turned from playful to feral in a matter of seconds. You felt the heat begin to fill you, thanking Lucifer for that breeze off the ocean as Copia brought his mouth to yours. You melted into him, feeling his tongue slipping over your own, heart beats synching, and feeling oh so happy.
Copia took the champagne glass from your hand, setting it and his beside you in the sand. You felt your breathing quicken as Copia began to crawl over you, pulling up your dress as he did. He kissed your mouth again, then your cheek, neck, shoulder, finally breaking his mouth to your chest. Freeing one of your breasts from beneath your dress, pulling your stiffened nipple into his mouth. Licking and sucking on it as his now ungloved hand trailed along the inside of your parted thighs.
“Ah…Cope…” You moaned, his mouth on you felt amazing after all these months. Copia nibbled a bit, slurping up and sucking on your nipple as his fingers slipped beneath your panties.
“Oh cara, so wet for me already.” he growled, his cock twitching at the revelation. You begin to writhe beneath him, his fingers teasing as they run through your folds, never entering you. Your clit begging for attention as Copia finally slid across it, encircling the bud. He continued to suck on your breast, your aching cunt longing to be filled by him. He felt your legs begin to shake–you were close.
“Mmm…Pap…I wanna…” you tried to speak, but were so overcome with the sensation of his fingers now pumping deliciously in and out of your pussy that you couldn’t form the words
“Cum? Cum for me cara. Show me how much you missed me. How much you want your Papa to fuck you. Fill you.” Copia hummed against your breast. Finally it was too much, your body seizing up as you came hard on Copia’s fingers, your cunt tightening up around him. He pulled them from you, satisfied with the amount of slick dripping from them as you removed your panties. He watched, releasing himself from inside his sweatpants as he took his heavy cock in his hand.
“Oh Papa, please I need you inside me. Take me right here.” You cried, running your own hand between your legs, trying desperately to dull her need with your own touch—a fruitless endeavor. You needed Copia and now.
“You want this cock inside you amore. Fill me spreading you out from inside. Have you cum on me, around me?” he asked you, his breathing increased and his mouth hung open at the sight of you pleasuring yourself.
“Yes!” you moaned as your fingers pressed on your throbbing clit.
“Then say it amore, tell your Papa what you want.” Copia panted, his cock shining with his own precum.
“I want your cock. I need you.” you cried out, bringing yourself to orgasm. Copia watched delighted as you came once more, your pussy drenched in your own fluids. Ready for him to take you. He stepped out of his pants, not even bothering to move anything else as he made a space between your thighs.
“Oh amore, il modo in cui ti senti intorno a me è positivamente peccaminoso.” Copia mewled as he pushed the head of his cock through your entrance. He slowly inched himself further and further, until he was fully seated within you. You wrapped your legs around him, pawing at the blanket, hard to grip as the sand slid beneath it. Copia too had to dig his toes into the sand as he tried desperately to gain the levage to thrust harder and deeper inside you. This was what you've been waiting for. The feel of the two of you becoming one, his body and yours no longer two separate things, but all together one in the same. The two of you kissed deeply, only parting for a breath.
Copia continued his ministrations, his cock being tugged tightly by your cunt as he pounded inside you. You ran your nails along his back, scratching a bit as he found the spot that made you see stars. “Oh fuck! Shit! Oh my god!” You cried out as he pressed hard and deep, your fuck clenching around him as he fucked you.
“Si, amore. Cum! Cum!” he groaned, as your walls pulsed around him, sending Copia over, spilling his hot seed deep inside you. You both laid together flopped out on the blanket side by side, struggling to catch your breath and giggling like teenagers. Copia took your hand and kissed it.
“I missed you so much, amore. Let’s never again go that long without each other again.” Copia whispered.
The two of you cuddled up, watching the tides as the day had finally met with twilight. You smiled at Copia, kissing him gently before turning your sights back to the vastness of the ocean. “Never again.”
Notes:
Oh amore, il modo in cui ti senti intorno a me è positivamente peccaminoso- Love, the way you feel around me is positively sinful
Can we have “Ghaseball” introduced somewhere in a Copia/Papa fan fic?
Hey Anon better late than never as they say 😅
Sorry I got so much I'm working on so if you'll forgive me (as well as my other requestors) I promise I'm working on it all!!
Anyways.... Batter up!!! ⚾🧢
The Major Leagues
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Definitely NSFW below the cut!
“You have nothing to be nervous about Cope…it's just a pitch.” Lia assured him, standing behind him and rubbing his back as he sat in the White Sox clubhouse. Copia ran his hands through his hair before putting on his baseball cap.
“Just another one of Imperator's ideas. I guess I have no choice. As if the NASCAR thing wasn't odd enough…now she has me throwing an opening pitch." Copia griped. He had spent the week preparing, the ghouls out in the churchyard pretending to play ball while Copia got his bearings. The unwitting Papa pivoted on his foot, rounding himself out for a pitch. Displacing the dirt beneath the homemade mound the more he practiced, as Aether and Dew snickered at his form.
It was clear from the start he hadn't a clue what he was doing. Lia could see it pained him, never having the same experience as a child his brothers had. So many things he was robbed of, made plain by things like this. Lia took his chin in her hands, bringing him to look at her. The faint sounds of the Sox practicing just outside.
"Hey…it's gonna be ok. You'll do great I promise." She smiled, her encouragement lifting his forlorn heart.
"You're right. I will do it Lia…and once we're home I will teach Vincenzo all he needs to know. I will be there for him, even if I have no idea what I'm doing." Copia vowed, his determination making Lia laugh. "What, I'm serious."
"Oh I know you are." She began, still filled with a lighthearted laugh, "but Copia he's only 4 you've got some time yet."
"Of course, of course. I won't waste a moment of it." Copia smiled, pulling her down to kiss him. The touch of his lips lingered, Lia feeling the heat unfurling her inside.
"Cope…we…need to—here?" She spoke, his lips continuing to return to hers, giving her hardly a chance to speak.
"I can't help myself, you look so beautiful." He purred, continuing to kiss her, finding his way down her neck.
"Well thank God you haven't gotten your paints on yet." Lia said, coming around to face him.
"Oh so you're open to it?" Copia asked her, wiggling his eyebrows. Lia began turning a shade of pink as his hand traveled up her thigh.
"You don't think we'll get caught?" She asked him. Copia palmed the stiffened outline of his cock as he looked at her. Tugging at her top and fondling her chest.
"If we do, I don't care." He said, bringing his lips onto her now exposed breast.
"Clearly." She giggled, Copia standing up and lifting her into his arms only to set her down on the counter in the center of the room. The surface was cold as it touched the back of Lia's thighs, making her twitch.
"Spread your legs cara." He demanded, his eyes ablaze with lust for his Prime Mover. She did as she was told, Copia sinking down to his knees before her, dragging her panties along with him down her legs.
"Oh fuck!" Lia moaned as Copia ran his fingers through her delicate folds and straight into her entrance. She was already so blissfully wet, Copia's mouth watering at the sight. He worked his fingers inside her as she slid around on the counter, holding on for dear life as her legs began to shake. Copia brought his mouth on her pulsing cunt, the broadness of his tongue pressing and slurping as he fucked her with his hand.
Lia reached down to grab the cap off Copia's head, putting it on her own. Seeing her, legs spread and the White Sox cap adorning her head made Copia absolutely feral. He continued to lap and swirl his tongue across her, pulling from her an orgasm Copia was sure they could hear outside. He stood up, wiping her juices from his mouth and dropping his pants.
"Let's make our own little league team. We start now." Copia declared, Lia nodding her head in agreement.
"Take me. I want that too." She panted, still coming down from the height of her first orgasm. Lia's mouth fell open as she watched Copia stroke his cock with his own precum, he was ready to take her. He brought himself to her entrance, his head touching gently before entering her. Copia kissed her deeply. "I may not know how to pitch, but I know how to fuck." He'd growled in her ear.
"Yes!" Lia called out as Copia slammed himself hard inside her. Sending pleasure shooting through her body. She grabbed onto Copia's shoulders as he fucked up into her, hard and fast. Her cunt, already clenching up around him.
"Ah…Lia yes, take all of me. I wanna cum so much…cum deep inside you. You feel so good amore. Cum for me again, sí" Copia whined, his cock barely holding back as it shuttered inside her.
"Mmm..sí don't stop. Ah right there!" Lia cried out as Copia shifted himself around inside her, lifting her up off the counter and into the air as he thrusted away. "I'm cumming!" Lia called out as she beared down on him, her body hugged tightly around his girth. The pressure was so intense Copia let out a hiss as his cock kicked, spilling himself inside her.
Copia and Lia held each other, the clock ticking away for Copia to be announced. "You better go get cleaned up and get your paints on before we get in trouble." Lia laughed.
"I suppose so." Copia whined as he pulled his softened cock from Lia's swollen cunt. Both morning the loss as Copia ran off to the bathroom to clean himself up. "I'll be quick." He yelled as he disappeared around the corner. Lia was dizzy, but very satisfied as she waited for him.
The moment had come. The announcers came on, as Copia and Lia waited for the moment he was to enter the field. Burn Baby Burn began to play and Copia knew it was time. Lia patted him on the butt as he left for the field, sending her a smile as he continued.
"...Papa Emeritus the Fourth!" They called out, Copia making his way out to the field proudly. Lia watched him, looking so handsome in his White Sox uniform. The "PAPA IV" stitched so proudly on the back. Copia had his bat and glove in hand, and a pep in his step provided by his Prime Mover.
She knew it was a powerful moment for him and when the time came he did wonderfully. A smile on his face and the crowd cheering for him. He could tell he was happy, and proud of himself. Lia knew that little Vinnie would be proud of his Papa too and so was she.
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