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I want readers to realize that some of the best comments on fics are just

AHHHHHHHHHHHH

Or key smashes because after we post something we are convinced we are the most hated perverted little trash goblin freaks on planet earth

And just one broken brain comment lets us know we're not

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This shot from the trailer made everyone else’s brain explode, right? It wasn’t just me? Wonderful.

#😭😭😭 this is so beautiful #work has been kicking my ass and taking up all my time #but this is gorgeous and it’s just what i needed!!! #the band ghost #papa emeritus iv

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So how did you like the trailer? Did y'all get the tickets?? Are you as positively buzzing and weirdly emotional as I am???!!

#yes i got the tickets!!! i’m so happyyyyy #me and my bf split getting the two vinyls too cus were insane and bad with money but i don’t care lol #rite here rite now #the band ghost #papa emeritus iv

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this. this is the shot.

#GORGEOUS!!!!! #the band ghost #rite here rite now #papa emeritus iv

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i present to you, one singular gif, for @conjuring-ghouls 💕

#i love this one he’s so cute #rite here rite now #the band ghost #papa emeritus iv

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Hi, beautiful.

#he deserves the morticia addams lighting #the band ghost #papa emeritus iv

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there is no 'base accent' so like all of this is entirely subjective tbc, just based on what people around you say and how you think you sound

pick whichever language you want to answer in if you're multi-lingual

#i’ve been told i do lol my boyfriend mentions my wisconsinite accent any chance he can lol

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"This is not a tale about death but one of life"

I'm sorry but that line was just so beautiful to me

#rite here rite now #the band ghost

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Rite Here Rite Now

#EEEEEEE IM SO EXCITED!!!!! #my fav part in the trailer was the little boxing thing lol #rite here rite now #the band ghost

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*extreme lucille bluth voice* good for her

#yesssss #I GOT TICKETS!!!!!!! i’m going crazy #the band ghost

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the urge to dye my hair and get a bunch of piercings and tattoos but my work doesn’t allow any of them 😾😾😾😾😾😾

#lily talks

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I am respectably looking

#aaaand he’s right on top of me isn’t he #papa emeritus iv #the band ghost

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Now it’s time to panic ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

#omg three days u gotta be kidding me #the band ghost #two days i can’t count

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🍿 R†TE HERE R⸸TE NOW ×

#OOOOOHHHHH!!!! #the band ghost

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"The trailer will be released on May 9, and tickets will become available to purchase on the same day at 2pm BST / 9am EDT / 6am PDT.

A soundtrack album will also become available to preorder on May 9."

:)))

#yessss IM SO EXCITED!!!!!

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I have a lyric ask!!! This is so fun! (Sooo many to choose from!)

“You'd never want me to appear

You'd never want it to be over”

NSFW with Copia, Papa IV or Secondo please!!!!

Oooh I love this song so much. I'm gonna hit you with a little bit of angst, here... 😏

NSFW, MDNI! copia x f!reader

TW: Angst, breakups, aftermath of a breakup, emotional sex, unprotected sex, pentrative sex.

Staying away from him was killing you. But you knew this was for the better, with his ascension to Papacy he merely did not have the time nor the energy to give you what you needed anymore. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt. It didn't mean you didn't miss him, crave him, love him still - every day.

It was killing Copia, too. He'd let you go without much of a fight, understanding your need for more that even he wasn't sure he could give you now. Still, he was drawn to you like a magnet. He didn't have time, but he made enough of it to check in on you, to watch from afar and torture himself constantly in between his meetings and various responsibilities.

He couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't be apart from you and watching how you went about your daily activities with such a sadness lingering over you, he was so sure you were struggling with this too.

One evening, you found yourself on clean up duty after dinner service, scrubbing at the banquet tables in the dining hall long after the last siblings had wondered off to bed. You were taking your time, mulling over your heartache in peace while you scrubbed at the surfaces.

As deep in thought as you were, you hadn't heard his footsteps on the stone floors. He wanted to speak, to garner your attention but words failed him. Everything he'd practised over and over in his head seemed so foolish now you were here, in front of him.

It wasn't until you stood upright to clean your sponge in your bucket of soapy water that you noticed him, and jumped out of your skin when you did. The sponge flew from your hand, and you stumbled back against the edge of the table you'd just scrubbed clean.

"Mi scusi, I... I didn't mean to frighten you," he reached out for you, but thought better of it, his hands turning to fists, leather gloves squeaking as he retracted his arms. "I don't know why I came, I know you don't want to see me."

Your heart broke all over again, his gaze full of shame burning holes into the floor beneath him willing it to open up and swallow him alive. You had seen him around with his new face paints, new outfits. He didn't look like himself anymore, and yet, underneath it all he was still very much the same man you loved. It ate you alive to see him so grief-stricken.

But you had no words of consolation for him, nothing to comfort him. You didn't know why he was here either, but a part of you was glad he was.

"I had to see you," he said weakly.

"Papa..." you started, but the title felt foreign to you. You even caught his wince.

"I don't want this to be over," he whimpered, looking up to meet your eyes. Only now could you see the tears gathering there. "Do you?"

"I-I... I just don't know how it can-"

"Do you want this to be over?" he asked again, taking a step towards you desperately. He was so close to you, towering above you as he searched your eyes for an answer when you failed to give one immediately.

"...no," you admitted. Of course you didn't, you never wanted that. Not really...

Copia didn't even think, there was nothing stopping him. He grabbed at your waist, pulling you close to him and crushing his lips to yours as if it were his last. For all he knew, it could be. If he couldn't kiss you, he wouldn't be kissing anybody. You were it for him, you always had been.

His kiss knocked the wind out of you, and having already been unsteady on your feet as you leaned back against the edge of the table, you have to grip onto his waistcoat just to stay upright. He thought you were going to push him away, but instead, you only pulled him closer.

His hips pinned you to the table, his hands so large and strong on your waist to hold you tightly against him. Immediately, everything you'd ever felt for him rushed through you, and you couldn't remember why you ever thought being apart from him was for the best.

"I'll... I'll make it work... I swear," he promised between kisses. All you could do was nod, chasing his lips to make up for lost time. You had no idea how, but you had to try. you couldn't bear this separation any more.

Neither of you could think straight as the seconds passed, just needing each other as close as possible. Copia couldn't help the way his hips rutted against you, how his hands grabbed at your hips and his cock swelled beneath his trousers. You couldn't help the soft moans that left your lips, how your hands wove into his hair, how your thighs spread to accommodate him.

Before long, he was pushing you to sit properly on the edge, lifting the skirt of your habit up past your knees and bunching it around your hips. You frantically tugged at the laces that held his tight trousers together, losing your mind while Copia's lips trailed down your neck. There was no time for pleasantries, frankly you needed each other immediately.

You rolled his pants down just enough past his ass, letting his length spring free. You spat into your hand before taking his length in it, lathering him up knowing that the arousal between your thighs wasn't growing as fast as the need to feel him again. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut and groaning at the feeling.

Copia gripped the underneath of your thighs, lifting them to wrap your legs around his waist. You took the hint, letting go of his length and pulling your underwear to one side to give him access to your core. For good measure, he spat into the palm of his glove and lathered himself again, before running his fingers once through your folds and stepping in closer.

You pulled him back down to you for a kiss, and as you did, he slowly pushed inside you, savouring every moment. His jaw went slack, interrupting your kiss as the two of you took in a deep breath, his groan harmonising with your own moan when he had nothing left to fill you with.

Given a moment to compose himself, his hips started to rock into you, slowly building up a pace until his thrusts were frantic. It was as if he as scared you'd disappear again, and all he could do was hold onto your hips with the tightest grip as he derived pleasure for the both of you.

You pressed your foreheads together, both of you stabilising yourselves that way and maintaining intense eye contact. Already, pleasure was building inside you like your body had given itself over to it, to him.

"P-Papa..." you whined.

"No... Don't. Don't call me that," he practically sobbed. "Copia to you. Just Copia." You nodded, pulling him into another kiss.

Truthfully, you believed him. He was just Copia, still your Copia. Had he struggled to balance his time when he'd gained the title? Absolutely, but maybe you'd been hasty, already too hurt to give it a fair go. He deserved another shot; you both did.

Copia slid his hand between you both, using the tips of his fingers to draw circles over your clit to get you to your climax quicker. He knew he wasn't going to last long, his emotions far too intense to have the energy to stave off his undoing. But being selfish has got him in this mess, ignoring you was the reason he'd lost you - whether that was his fault or not, he wouldn't let that happen again.

Before long, both of you were on the edge, ready to climax together. The frantic kisses you shared ended when he held your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him.

"I need you here..." he panted, "Need you with me." Tears spilled over your waterline and you bit your lip to stop the sob, gripping his wrist.

"I'm here, I'll stay," you promised, just as your orgasm began to rip through you. You cried out, grip on him tightening. you'd have thrown your head back if Copia wasn't holding your chin still, watching you let go beneath him as he tried to stop himself too. To no avail, of course.

Copia came inside you with a growl, hips stuttering as he filled you. His cock kicked inside you, shoving you from your orgasm ebbing away into a state of oversensitivity but you let it happen, watching through hooded eyes as Copia fell victim to his climax.

It took a little while for you both to come down, heavy breathing slowly returning to normal as you held each other. Copia started to pepper gentler kisses to your neck and jawline until he regained enough emotional strength to look you in the eye.

"Come home with me tonight..." he invited, his paints running with tears and a light sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"Okay," you told him shakily. Visibly, the weight from his shoulders lifted. You saw him relax, watched as his fear of rejection melted away. You had no idea how badly this had been affecting him, how willing he was to make it work.

He never wanted to do this without you. Becoming Papa should have been the single biggest achievement of his life, and he wanted you there to celebrate it with him. But the work had got in the way, and the celebration had been short lived. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

He'd never neglect you again.

#:( this is so sad but sweet at the same time #also u probably didn’t intend this but this is just furthering my demiromantic agenda lol #papa emeritus iv #the band ghost #fic rec

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fellas….Terzo in Cardi style suit? I think it was meant to be. We were ROBBED. Idea summoned to life by mamasuperior (on insta)🖤 and I.😏✨

#wish he could’ve got more slayable outfits of his own #papa emeritus iii #the band ghost