Copia walked back and forth in the darkened room, illuminated only by a crescent-shaped nightlight. He slowly hummed his favorite song, which his older brother once sang, and rocked the charming addition to his «family» in his arms.
The tiny ghoulette occasionally snorted in his warm embrace, which so touched the elderly Papa. She appeared in the family quite recently, but he already loved her madly.
— I believe you could be what I need to believe...
With these words, he carefully placed her in the cradle, where another tiny ghoul was already sleeping. They immediately clung to each other, and Copia kissed each of them on the forehead and covered them with a plush blanket.
—My little Aurora and Phantom... Sleep sweetly, I love you.
I came to realize that his blue papal robe creates such a nice contrast with gold and I couldn't miss the chance to include it in a piece, so decided to take my inspiration from old christian iconography🕯️
i love how copia always looks like he has just witnessed an extremely uncomfortable, possibly traumatic act right in front of him. and/or like he’s judging you in a very sassy way.
I love that every couple weeks to months people get out either the fuckass bob copia pics or the short hair copia pics to circulate. Something about the cyclicality of life etc etc.