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I'm going to assume you've seen something about the upcoming movie Wicker. If not, it's about a fisherwoman who commissions a basket maker to make her a husband. He comes to life and it turns out he has an exceptional ability for romance.
My questions: what material/object would you have each papa fashioned from? What would their exceptionally ability be in terms of relationships.
In order to give myself some restraints to work with, I've decided that, like in the movie, I must go to some sort of Craftsman to commission each Papa - so I can't like, fashion a Papa out of brimstone and starlight, or say something like "I make them out of meat/parts of other dead people like Frankenstein's monster" and thus dodge the heart of the question. Also fair warning for Nihil enjoyers there won't be a serious answer for him because no circumstances on earth would lead to me commissioning my own Nihil.
Primo: I would go to a chandler and have Primo sculpted in wax with a wick that burns but does not consume him, so that the fires of his passion and his devotion to Satan may be with him always (and also his face paint does make him look kinda melted oops). Like a candle, he is adept at inspiring and illuminating, providing a glow of hope or lighting up the correct path to be taken after any conversation.
Secondo: I would go to a luthier and have a Secondo made strung like a guitar, with a hollow body made for resonance and sound, and he would make beautiful music wherever he goes. He would be an unparalleled dance partner and sweep me off my feet.
Terzo: I would seek a glass smith and craft a stained glass Terzo as beautiful and as delicate as the real thing, with subtle colors of purple and gold (like his Papal regalia) set throughout to catch the light. Did you know they make glass dildos? They do. They're very good. Glasswork Terzo would be a fucking machine.
Cardi: I would seek a horologist and have a clockwork Cardi made with a beautiful resonant chime, he would be in perfect touch with the rhythm of the days, hours, minutes, seconds. He would always have Time for me.
Perpetua: I would have a florist weave Perpetua out of the most beautiful of purple flowers, bright as the starlight just like his sunny self, and where he walked life and hope would bloom in his wake. Floral Perpetual (Perpetaltua?) is a master of the romantic gesture, always able to conjure up a free bouquet out of nothing.
Nihil (unserious): I would have a Nihil fashioned out of used parachutes so that he may continue to be, like this material, very good at Letting People Down.
By a margin of 63.8% ghumblr has declared Cardi Not Guilty, though opinions have varied wildly!
There is some truly awesome analysis from almost every opinion on the notes of the original post. Go check it out!!!
I voted with my heart not my head (goodness) BUT (always a good butt) my head can go in literally any direction about it. There's a good argument that can be made (and now has!) for every perspective on the poll and I think that's really cool. I made the poll in the first place because I can see all of them as plausible.
I confess to being a little bummed that pathetic won because I feel it (while unquestionably present) is the most exaggerated of his traits. It's been fascinating to see different options lead throughout the last two days - for the first few hours Yes but not voluntarily had a commanding lead!
Thank you everyone for participating it led to some truly awesome discussion and analysis of our boy.
I voted for he was involved but is haunted. I think he was involuntarily involved but was then ok with going along and since then has become haunted by it.
His patheticness at the time is him being a participant - can't go against Sister and he would benefit from this action. He becomes a willing participant because of his desire for more and to be more than his predecessors. Someone of his character in this situation has so much to gain and it's tempting.
Now I think the patheticness (if we call it that) we see in the later chapters is the reckoning of his mortality. He knows that he can't be Papa forever (although he wants to be and keeps telling himself he can do a few more cycles). He knows this has to end and knowing how it ended for his predecessors makes him paranoid.
I don't think he was involved in the committing of the actual deed but he knew there was a plan to usurp the papacy and that he would benefit from it. He got what he wanted but he knows nothing lasts forever. I think a small part of him may be haunted by what actually happened to them but I think he's more haunted by it potentially happening to him.
Everyone is all about Terzo being a horny little monster but tends to ignore that Cardi showed off his dick on purpose. Terzo swung mad dick to tease but Cardi would actually whip it out if you asked nice.
This is one of my choices from the Ghost lyric request. If you've already started something for this specific one, you can ignore this.
Victim to fall for temptations
A daughter to fall for a son
I could really go for a Copia x fem reader here! Maybe a little corruption (not virgin/Christian) but someone who always plays by the rules and never really gives in to any temptation. (Working in his black robes is a bonus).
Okay so full transparency, I struggled with this one even with the extra info but I think I figured it out: hope this is something close to what you were looking for! This was fun to figure out, and it also made me learn the proper names for some of the costume pieces. So, neat :) I now know what a stole is.
also thanks for this wonderful compilation of the black robes, it was very helpful :)
above photo is Travis Shinn for Metal Hammer
This post is not, but my blog is 18+. Papa Copia x fem Reader (referred to as a woman, and daughter). Sister Imperator and your dad make an appearance at the worst possible time. Food/feeding, a brief kiss, implied age-gap maybe? ~2k words. Proofread badly by me :)
Having only been living in the Ministry for a few weeks, you were still finding your way around. But there was one place you knew exactly how to get to: the kitchens. You hadn't set out for a midnight snack, only a late night stroll, but you find yourself gravitating towards somewhere familiar. As you approach the door, a clattering of plates inside let you know you are not alone, but you are definitely not prepared for who you find inside raiding the fridge.
"Uh, hello?"
Papa jumps, banging his head on the inside of the unit before turning to face you and knocking his black cornette off the counter as he grabs it to steady himself.
"Hello!" He replies cheerily after rubbing his now bruised crown, slightly ruffling his hair. "I can explain."
"Papa! You don't need to explain yourself to me."
"Oh, okay. Well, um, come in! Join me."
It is far from how you imagined your first introduction to the organisation's patriarch and it catches you more than a little off guard. As he gestures for you to stand with him at the marble-topped island in front of a delicious array of canapes, your feet move before your brain engages. You stand shoulder to shoulder, swaying slightly and trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. You suppose this is what being starstruck feels like.
Unlike many of those residing here, your arrival had nothing to do with Papa or the Church. You were looking to reconnect with someone who just so happened to be here. And yet, whether it was expected of you or not, you found yourself ready to defer to his seniority. Regardless of whether you subscribe to their doctrine, you have to at least respect him and his position. It intimidates you all the same.
Papa suddenly remembers what he was doing when you interrupted him. He goes back to the fridge and pulls out a tray to add to the selection. You can see that all of the other plates already have at least one item missing from their arrangements and, apparently, Papa is ready for something sweet. He lifts a perfectly baked tart from the chilled tray, topped with chocolate and a perfect slice of strawberry, but stops short of his first bite and waits for you to take one.
"No, thank you," you shake your head politely, with a pang of guilt for saying no. But it is nothing compared to what you would feel taking one. "Aren't they for a… big dinner tomorrow?"
He nods, shovelling the dessert into his mouth. His eyes close and he groans appreciatively at the taste, but does not waste much time in grabbing another. "There's so much of it, they won't miss a few nibbles. They never do."
"And I'm guessing you wouldn't get in trouble anyway."
"Well… let's not test that theory, heh. I won't tell if you don't."
Papa attempts to brush out the crumbs that have fallen on to his robes, but forgets about the tart he is holding. As it catches against his chest, it pops out of his hand and, despite a valiant effort to hold on to it, he only succeeds in clumsily juggling it for a few seconds before it falls chocolate side down on his chest and slides to the floor.
"Shit!" He exclaims, looking around for something to clean off the mess. You leap to his aid, fetching a damp cloth and immediately try to scrub the fabric. You get most of it, but the chocolate has seeped into the embroidery on his stole and stubbornly sticks to the thread. You frown at the stain but he stops you fussing over it with a smile and a gentle hand.
"Maybe not the best choice of outfit for a late night kitchen heist," you huff under your breath.
"Well maybe if they didn't keep me so busy I would have time to change. Or eat during the day," he mutters with a real bitterness. You look up to him sympathetically, and the annoyance immediately fades.
Standing this close, it's as if his robe tries to wrap itself around you. Nestled in the fabric and looking up into his piercing, mismatched gaze, you feel your breath being stolen. Getting distracted by the cleanup had been a nice reprieve, but your nervousness returns with a vengeance. And it doesn't go unnoticed.
"We haven't met before, have we?" He is still holding on to you. "I was trying to remember a name, but you're… new."
You nod slowly, transfixed as he lifts your hand to his lips. You say your name but your voice shakes, and you swear you see the hint of a smirk before he kisses your knuckles. Why do your legs suddenly feel so unsteady? Where was the unassuming man who just failed to feed himself and who has he been replaced with?
"Pleasure to meet you," you manage. He nods back, but not does not take his eyes off you.
With his free hand, he picks up another tart and holds it inches from your mouth. "They're very good. Come on, live a little."
You know he isn't wrong but you also know it isn't cuisine you're thinking about right now. Electricity buzzes between you as he waits, relishing the way your eyes change as his will entwines with your own, and your lips slowly part. There's a flash of something in his expression, something strange, but it doesn't stop you from submitting.
He plucks the strawberry slice from the chocolate and pinches it between his fingers. Now your hand is released from his grasp, it falls to your side. The dishcloth is forgotten, dropping to the floor with a wet slap that neither of you pay any attention to. The only thing you can focus on is him resting the fruit on your bottom lip and pushing it on to your tongue with his thumb. He takes his time, pushing in just a bit too far, and then dragging leather over your lip as he retreats. You taste the sweet strawberry with a hint of the chocolate, but that's not what elicits the moan from you as you close your mouth around it.
You didn't think it was possible, but his attention on you suddenly becomes even more intense. You're standing too close to break away from any of it, hypnotised by his presence and the way he invades your senses. When he snaps the tart in half and presents a piece to you, there is no hesitation. Leaning in, you take a bite and let it crumble into your mouth. This time, it's Papa who makes a noise.
You swallow it down and, after he licks his lips, you don't want to lean back. You don't understand how this happened or why but you are happy to stay in this trance for as long as you can.
Your heart thumps in your chest as you realise he is leaning in too and as you try to breathe in, it turns into more of as gasp as his bottom lip grazes yours.
"Should we be doing this?" You blurt out, disappointed when it makes him recoil slightly.
"The eating, or the, whatever else we are doing?"
"This. Me and you…" You can't find the right words, but he seems to understand regardless. He recognises that look: being held back by the need to follow the rules, wrestling with what you want. Do you really think you would get in trouble for fraternising with Papa? Fuck, you really are new.
He brings himself back, hovering close enough for his increasingly ragged breaths to blow into your mouth. "Are you asking if it is against the rules? If I said yes, would you tell me to stop?"
The correct answer is yes. Your usual answer would always be yes. It would be automatic and you wouldn't need to think. But now, as he waits for answer, sincerely invested and intrigued, you can't bring yourself to. Was it that obvious? Did he smell it on you? The desperate need to be good. The thought makes you feel so small, enough to be overwhelmed by temptation.
He gets tired of waiting. He closes the tiny gap that is left and ghosts his lips over yours, almost miming a kiss before gifting you the real thing. His tongue flicks forward to catch the inside of your mouth and this time you moan loud enough for it to echo in the empty space, but it is quickly silenced as he presses forward.
It doesn't last nearly long enough. When you separate, you are met with the same inquisitive look from him that makes your face burn. But the taste of sugar, sweetness and him lingers and compels you to chase more of it. All it takes is slight pressure from his finger to tilt your chin for you to commit but in the same moment you try to move in, the appearance of two figures in the doorway pulls you away.
Sister Imperator looks unimpressed by the scene she has walked in on but can't help cracking a smile at the way you both jump apart. The person with her looks positively incensed, taking in the plates clearly missing food and the room's guilty occupants. He glares at Papa, but then turns to you.
"What are you doing here?"
"…Looking for you?"
"You were?" The angry man and Papa ask in unison, both entirely unconvinced by the blatant lie. Papa continues in a poor effort to break some of the tension, "You know each other?"
"Yes," you reply. "This is my dad. He made all of this wonderful food."
Ah, shit.
"Which I see you have already sampled," he says through gritted teeth. "Papa, you have been told before, please just let us know if you would like something prepared. Instead of helping yourself."
It doesn't feel like Papa heard any of that and you're pretty sure that your father's most pressing grievance is not the stolen food. You've been on the receiving end of that death stare enough times and you're grateful Papa is taking the brunt of it for now. You know he'll get to you at some point, but the need to send a message to Papa takes priority for now.
"I wanted to check that everything was ready for tomorrow," Sister chimes in, still clearly amused by the awkward situation. "Seems you beat me to it."
"Ah, yes! Yes, that's what I was—"
"You know," your father interrupts, speaking directly to you now. "It's late, you should get to bed."
Despite being a grown woman and finding it ridiculous that he thinks he can send you to your room, you decide to take the easy way out. You bow slightly to Sister, avoiding making eye contact with either of them, and dart out of the room as fast as your legs will carry you.
You head straight to your room and climb into bed, still cringing. If your father isn't convinced that Papa sensed his disapproval, he will not leave that room until he is sure. He will run through the whole protective parent shtick if he needs to, completely indifferent to the stature or position of the man going after his daughter. You know that the next time you see each other, you will be warned to stay away from him. And you will agree.
But obviously, you will need to find a way to apologise to Papa. So you need to see him one last time at least. It would be rude not to. It wouldn't be right.
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Cardinal Copia x 1970's suit, cowboy hat and boots.
Reimagining Cardi's tight suits and I was not ready for how hot he looks in this. 😩 The black one is my favorite.
I have decided to dust off my photo editing skills and play dress up with Copia (and maybe the other Papas).
The base photo for this edit is this poster from Burt Reynolds' 1973 country album Ask Me What I Am.
“One of the things that has happened to me in the last couple of years, I’ve taken on a whole image with the public whether it’s right or wrong. A lot of people decided that they are for me or against me not because of what I am but because of what they think I am… It just had to be the title of the album, because in essence that’s what the whole album is. Ask me what I am.”
One of the things he is referencing in the above is the 1972 centerfold he did for Cosmopolitan. I used this centerfold to do an edit of Papa IV back in January and recently wrote a fic for it. The edit and fic can be found on my AO3 which is in my pinned post.
I plan on doing as many of these as I can hold interest for. If there is a fit photo and Papa you'd think should exist, let me know! I currently have multiple in the pipeline.
having you pussy eaten because you deserve it and he wants you to feel good but also enduring having you pussy eaten because he feels a deep hunger and desperate need for you
