#terzo resurrection au

[kabukiaku]

THE BROS!! Copia getting Terzo to take a photo with him. ❤️🖤🥺

I adore these fratellinos. I want them to be happy, dammit!!!!!!

#my art #the band ghost #ghost band #terzo #copia #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iv #ghost band fanart #digital art #terzo resurrection au #do not tag as ship

[ghcstcd]

A while back you said you had a ship between Terzo and a ghoul that went feral, a friend's ghoul I believe. I can't help but ask if you got anymore hcs on them or maybe sketches because they sound so interesting!

Yes! Between Terzo and my friend's Ghoul named Arsenic.

Arsenic essentially takes the place of Omega in that story. However, Omega does exist, and is with his other half Alpha. (I have a drawing of Alpha and Omega somewhere in the art tag of my blog.)

Terzo and Arsenic are just as playful and bonded together. They became close long before Terzo became papa. Arsenic is, and forever remains, Terzo's most trusted companion and partner. That bond between so strong, that Arsenic felt Terzo's slow, torturous death. That is what feralized Arsenic. The rage of his lover's life, and hunger that came with a soul leaving its vessel. But it wasn't hunger for Terzo's soul, he went straight for the man that would replace him, Copia.

I only have a couple messy sketches of them, both from Terzo's resurrection au.

My friend has the Prequelle mask for Arsenic, which honestly is one of my favorite masks in general.

I honestly don't know where to even start with these two, as I adore them and Terzo loves Arsenic so much. If you have specific questions, I'm more than happy to answer! (Also, these are to scale. My terzo is 5'5" and Arsenic is 6'4" tall )

#coreyvoss #messages from beyond the ask box #terzo resurrection au #ghost resurrection au

[irlplasticlamb]

we’re standing here by the abyss and the world is in flames.

prints available here

#vic.txt #resurrected terzo angst tasty.. . #terzo emeritus #terzo ghost #papa emeritus 3 #papa emeritus iii #ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #my art #illustration #resurrected terzo au #ghost au #art #fanart #artists on tumblr #digital art #character art

[mintea-in-space]

Part One

Part Three

The ghoul looks up at Copia, a shaking hand coming up to run through his hair and brush it from his face. Mismatched eyes narrow in confusion. “Wh-who?” He rasps, tail curling around himself. Copia feels the blood drain from his face. The ghoul sitting in front of him is wearing the former Papa’s face, those eyes being undeniably his. Copia would recognize them anywhere. So how does he not know?

“I- Do you know where you are?” Copia whispers, clasping his hands to keep them from trembling. “Do you know who I am?” The ghoul shakes his head and Copia slumps, tears beading in his eyes. “You don’t remember me, do you?” Again the ghoul shakes his head, face turning weary. “O-okay. Do you know your name?” The entire room seems to hold its breath, waiting as the ghoul thinks for a moment.

“….Thunder.” The ghoul tilts his head as Copia stays silent, mind racing. “And you are?…”

Copia shakes himself out of his whirling thoughts, forcing a smile onto his face. “I am Papa Copia. You’ve been summoned to serve the church of Emeritus.” A choked sob comes from behind him, and Copia knows that it came from Dewdrop. He can hear Aether whispering to him, trying to give comfort, he assumes. Terzo Emeritus sits in front of him in the form of a ghoul and he remembers nothing. A few tears run down his cheeks. Copia holds out his hand to help Terzo- Thunder, to his feet. The ghoul takes it, wobbling for a moment on shaky legs. Mountain steps forward with a robe for him to wear, and Copia pretends he can’t see how the earth ghoul’s shoulders are shaking.

Once Thunder is dressed, Copia tilts his head, indicating for him to follow. “Come. I will show you to your den.”

“Papa-“

The look on Dewdrop’s face breaks Copia’s heart, doubly so when he can’t tell if he’s speaking to him or the newly summoned ghoul. “I know.” He whispers. “Just- just go to your den, I’ll meet you there after.” Dewdrop whimpers and Copia has to bite his lip. “I’ll be right there.”

The two of them leave the summoning room, Thunder crossing his arms over his chest as his tail flicks. “So…are all summonings like that?” He asks, jerking a thumb over his shoulder.

Copia chuckles tiredly. “No, P- my ghoul. Not usually.”

“Why were they so upset? Am I- is something wrong? Did you mean for someone else?”

Copia quickly shakes his head. “No- no it’s just-“ He sighs. “I’m sorry, you just look very much like someone we used to know. It took us all a bit off guard, that’s all.” They walk in mostly silence, the only sound the swish of Copia’s robes. Thunder looks around as they go, taking in the tapestries and statues and stained glass windows. He pauses for a moment in front of a specific statue, one Copia had recently put up. Terzo’s marble face looks out over the courtyard, a soft smile on his face. Thunder stops to look up at him, tail flicking again. “Who is that?”

Copia hums and stops next to him. “That is the Papa that came before me. Terzo Emeritus. He was a good man. And a very dear friend.” He folds his hands behind his back. Thunder stares at the stone face, a hand coming up to touch his own.

“Is he the person I remind you of?”

“Yes, he is.” Copia can’t find it in himself to lie, sighing. “It’s a little uncanny actually.” He tries to keeps his voice light.

Thunder hums before nodding. “He is very handsome, I suppose there are worse people to be compared to.” The crooked grin he gives the man has Copia tearing up all over again. The sharp fangs in the corners of his smile are new, but it’s still the same smile he knew by heart. It was good to see it again. Copia swallows the lump in his throat. “Come on, you must be exhausted. Let’s get you to bed, and one of my ghouls will show you around tomorrow, sì?”

Thunder nods, and the two move on. Copia isn’t looking forward to leaving Thunder at his den where he knows some of the other ghouls are waiting. Omega had already offered to help train the new ghoul, and he’s unsure of how he’ll react to this. If the ghoul beside him senses how nervous he is he doesn’t comment on it, tail flicking as he looks at Copia from the corners of his eyes. Their footsteps echo through the halls, the ministry quiet at this time of night. Eventually though, they reach the den, and Copia takes a shuddering breath before knocking on the door. A masked Omega opens it, dipping his head to the Papa in greeting. When he turns to the new multi ghoul, his shoulders stiffen. “N-now- I know what this looks like Meg. But it’s not him, it can’t be, okay? I know-“

Omega hardly hears him, a loud buzzing filling his ears. “Is this a joke?” He whispers. Although his voice is quiet, Copia flinches at the harsh buzz of quintessence behind them. “Meg, this is Thunder. Thunder, this is Omega, our senior most quintessence ghoul.” The Papa puts a hand on Omega’s shoulder and that seems to finally shake him out of his daze. “Could you show Thunder to his room? Per favore?” When Omega nods Copia turns to give Thunder a nervous smile. “Should you need anything, don’t hesitate to come find me.” And then he disappears, rushing back to the other den that his own ghouls inhabit.

#mintea writes #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost fanfiction #resurrected Terzo au #ghoul Terzo au #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus iii #omega ghoul #part 2

[earthry]

post resurrection, terzo's having a rough time.

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[thethirdpapa]

"Father, bless me for that I will sin"

Summary: Father Jim deFroque gets possesed by a familiar face AN: Happy Jesus he knows me anniversairy y´all have a bit of Jim suffering in honor of that. Let me know if you want part 2. Also the art is a nod to a very beloved horror game. Guess which one in the comments!! TW: Possesion , cussing , discussion of religion , mild gore , pain Words: 1,3k

Father Jim deFroque. Some call him the good willing father of the Jesus talks, some know him from his masses, some know him from his not so holy night life. Somewhat he had the trace of a glorious Popstar-Life, but behind this naïve look and the preaching of comfortable lies with the subtle manipulation of giving some man all your money to be greeted into heaven with open arms. Not to speak that Jum had a lot of interesting callers , especially around easter. Some days he wondered if it wasn’t the infamous ministry who chased these kinds of calls upon his neck to annoy him. But , as a priest must, he kept his patience all the way, And it wasn’t only his good willing patience that helped him stay calm during the arguments on the Jesus talks, but also the leftovers from his wild nights . Some wonder if he had a cold that he never gets rid off as they get to hear the sniffing from time to time on calls

Yet , one call was interesting. It came , late at night while he was in the bathroom , taking care of his hair. He forgot to leave the light on in his bedroom , which made the call coming from it seem like the scene right before a jumpscare in a horror movie. The only source of light was the moon from outside, shimmering lightly through the stained glass. Jim picked up, who would he be if not a priest always available for his devoted followers?He was just surprised the call did go to his mobile phone rather than the one he was given by the church for the jesus talks. He picked up.

“Good evening ,May god bless your soul. you are speaking to Father Jim deFroque. How may I help you?” he answered in his usual demeanor. There was no answer. Except some weird, breathing noises. Jim thought it was one of these interesting calls again and was about to hang up when suddenly , a rather familiar voice spoke . “Another day of serving the lord?” . What a weird.. teasy sounding question. Jim firstly had to think for a moment. “Sir, is this a serious question or do you just want to …” Jim started with a confused tone as the voice interrupted him “..No..no.. genuine question.” . “Well , yes, obviously. How shall I not fulfill my duty of serving our shepherd” Jim responded in his usual demeanor. “How are you so sure that he is actually real? Has he done something to prove his existence to you?” Yes, it was done of those callers again. Jim took a deep sigh, deciding if he should just shit on the rules and tell the caller to fuck off, or if he should grab into his basket of “evidence” he keeps repeating like a broken record.

He decided for option two, he does not need any troubles right now , as he did not wish to ruin his image just because it was 2 am and he was about to go to bed since he didn’t feel like clubbing today. “Well you see, I consider my duty and life to be a blessing of our lord and saviour. He has led me to my mission to bring the message of the holy spirit to the masses and redirect the people back to the right path” . There was silence , then a chuckling.. “redirect them to the right path..sure” the voice replies snarky “do you ask them if they wish to? Do they come to you even?” Jim felt himself getting tired of this pointless conversation, but also weirdly anxious. “Sir, I only do what I must, not what I decide is the solution” . The voice snickered at that. “Im sure they’ll appreciate you” . That was when the call ended. Leaving Jim with the phone in his hand, starring at the screen of the suppressed number. Jim found this weird, but nothing shocking. And decided to go to bed, but he still couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was out to get him.

Jim didn’t have the most pleasant dream either, a rather short figure appearing in his dream only to laugh at him. As he stepped closer to the figure he got to see their face, it was familiar face paint what burned itself into his memory. The unmatched eyes, it was like he has seen them before. Why was this haunting him?  But that wasn’t the worst of it all. As the figure stepped closer, He was revealing his horns, and the ground beneath Jim was burning. They just watched him on fire, waving even a little with a smile he didn’t know was meant to be a greeting or a farewell. The eyes and the face paint stayed in his memory even as he awoke. It was still dark. He checked his watch , spotting it was only five am

The light in the bathroom was still on. Jim couldn’t recall if he switched it off before bed or not so he forced himself up to turn it off. Yet his eyes were greeted with a different scenery as he wished to. There was red paint on his mirror, spelling the word Sinner. Now that was the final straw to get the faithful man out of his calm demeanor. He inspected the paint, but the paint turned it out to be blood.

Firstly Jim went to check his locks and windows, in case someone wanted to pull a prank on him. But all locked and closed. Which was weird. To say the least. “Holy Father have mercy on my soul…” Jim whispered under his breath. And the plead was replies with a chuckling. The same as on the call. Jim shook his head, refusing to let his mind trick him. He started to consider that these were the after effects of his last trip. As he stood in front of the mirror with disbelief the light switched off.

Jim unintentionally screamed. Not sure if it was the shock  or the fact that everything what was going on seemed out of a horror movie. He prayed quietl under his breath, pinched himself even to wake himself up from this nightmare. Pleading to whoever was listening to stop his madness. “No, No” it sounded behind him. Jim gulped  and turned around to the noise,  (He felt incredibly stupid for acting like a horror movie protagonist in this situation) and spotted the man from his dreams sit there. Didn’t they say he was dead? Decaptivated even? And of course he had horns. He smirked at Jim. “So ..Are you still on the right path?, Father?" He asked while looking absent minded towards the wall . “What a stupid question, of course I am. What do you want, my soul? “ Jim yelled hysterically , losing his demeanor. Why was he tormenting him like that?

The man stood up. He didnt answer his question but was smirking even brighter. “Lets see how he can save you now from that” he replied, with that he revealed his horns and wings. He snapped his finger and a burning pain claimed Jim´s chest. The father screamed for mercy. To anyone that would listen to help him. “Burn in hell you--…” Jim went quiet. He felt something shift, enter his mind and spread inside him like poison , no prayers would save him now. And he was simply not qualified for an exorcism on himself and way too panicked to continue. Jim felt his faith fade, along with his mind.  No matter how hard he tried to stay and not let the evil take him over, it was too late for salvation. The begs of mercy faded slowly. His tortured expression turned into one of satisfaction

Father Jim was no more, his smile was not his own, his eyes always overshadowed with the omnipresent glow of his red eyes. Jim slowly got up, groaning from his floor. Facing his new form in the mirror. A bright smile painted his face and he chuckled. A weird dark red substance trickled from his mouth and eyes , and his iris were black along.

And with that the beloved father was gone , buried deep beneath the shadows of the possesion , locked in the dark of his mind.

#ghost band #papa emeritus iii #ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost the band #jim defroque #father jim defroque #jesus talk #jesus he knows me #resurrection au #possesion #tw possession #tw blood mention #tw injury #tw pain #pain tw #injury tw #resurrected terzo #demon terzo hehe #also the art is a nod to a horror game #comment which one you think it is hehe #PSPSPSPS

[inkymaw]

a little thing based on @waricka's resurrection AU (specifically this post) 🖤🖤 ⛧ [twitt] ⛧[insta] ⛧  

#my art #waricka #resurrection AU #papa emeritus iv #papa iv #papa emeritus iii #papa iii #terzo emeritus #terzo #copia #cardinal copia #popia #cw: blood #this au is so beautifully heartbreaking i adore it #terzo being tormented by flashes of his past life and what happened to him... OWIE! #ghost #ghost fanart #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost the band

[blackbird5154]

You are stronger than that, Terzo

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Well, I'm in too. This one is for @waricka.

#resurrected!terzo #resurrection au #cause we need more angst with him #we don't have enough jet #ghost headcanons #the band ghost #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus #papa emeritus 3 #ghost #terzo #ghost fanart

[obsidianshadow]

Rating: T

Have some Omega reflecting on Terzo’s death 🥰

#ghost #ghost bc #the band ghost #omega ghoul #Terzo #papa emeritus iii #terzomega #obsi writes #this is the beginning of my resurrection au series

[ryuzatodraws-archive]

Can we get some sort of angsty Copiiia? Maybe after Terzo is resurrected? Thank you! Love all of your work so much ❤️

I see you like em angsty hm? Another prompt and au concept by @abusivegreed , their resurrected nervous wreck Terzo is so fun.

#ask request #much the same au #copiiia #everyone say thank you Abusive #papa emeritus iii #resurrected terzo #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia

[ghcstcdd]

I believe it'd be more interesting if Copia wasn't Nihil's son. And I dare say, I don’t BELIEVE that Copia is Nihil’s son.

Everyone should remember that "papa" is literally a title in this universe. "My papa sang this song." They were all once our papa. Our papas once ALL once sang a song DURING their PAPACY.  You see where I'm going with this?

Copia getting the papacy would have been so much easier and without need of convincing if he was Nihil's son. Remember the whole argument between Nihil and Sister Imperator about the bloodline being so important? It was emphasized a great deal by Nihil. 

"You're all out of progeny," Imperator says, and she makes sure of that by killing the three KNOWN sons who were in the papacy previously. That way, no one could argue about it. They couldn’t rise up in protest, or claim followers and create a schism in the Clergy. (Something that has happened in history, in the early 1400’s where multiple people were elected as popes and caused a widening schism. I personally headcanon this is how the Satanic ministry started, and ultimately driven out and forced to establish themselves elsewhere.)

Copia's introduction is literally titled "New Blood." Tobias is an unreliable narrator. I love that about him because it lets me and many fans go wild with theories. He trips over his own lore all the time, and too many people take what he says as hard fact when much of it he admits having been either a joke, or offhanded comment without any thought put behind it.

* Also, a random thought came into my mind. What if when Tobias said "there are many sons, and one really bad dad," (not exact words), he wasn't talking about Nihil, but the Devil/Satanas who all of these characters are scheming around the worship of as they fight for world domination? The demi-god himself, who likely started all of this?

Now, I think that'd be a really fun twist... Sister Imperator, a bride of the devil, bearing his child...

#the band ghost #the band ghost headcanons #ghost bc #ghost headcanons #So yeah I'm declaring myself as a Popia is the anti-christ truther #Dracopia??? Real. He's the son of the devil. #headcanons #I hold up anti christ popia and resurrection terzo au's #and revel in their despair with so much love and adoration <3

[kabukiaku]

copia's hair has been looking so VOLUMUPTIOUS lately in the US tour. i love it.

(copia ends up telling him the secret to his fluffy hair. he then styles terzo's hair for him, and it goes quite well 🖤)

refs!

#my art #the band ghost #ghost band #ghost fanart #copia #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus iii #terzo #resurrected terzo au #ghost band fanart

[ghcstcd]

Terzo’s face paint sure does a lot for him, not that he’s not cute without it.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #terzo emeritus #papa emeritus lll #ghost fanart #terzo #terzo emeritus fanart #ghart #the band ghost fanart #ghost resurrection au #papa emeritus #ghcstcd

[jealousinwonderland]

UHM Terzosteponmeplease UHM WHat?? UHM

Gonna need your opinion. Would this be past Terzo or resurrected Terzo??

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[mintea-in-space]

Part three of the Ghoul Terzo Au

Part One

Part Two

Omega is silent as he leads Thunder to his room, and the multi ghoul keeps his eyes down. There’s an overwhelming aura of grief radiating from the bigger ghoul, so much so it’s making him a little dizzy. They stop in front of his door, Omega unlocking it and dropping a key into Thunder’s hand before turning tail and stalking off. Thunder flinches at the sound of a slamming door, ears flicking as a few other ghouls poke their heads out at the noise. Shaking hands slip for a moment on the door knob before he pushes into his room, quickly closing and locking the door behind him.

“What the fuck…” He huffs, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to the wood. His heartbeat is still thudding in his ears. With a groan he turns to take stock of his new home. The room smells of dust and not much else. There’s a window, with a desk sat underneath it, a twin mattress bed situated in the corner, a dresser, and that’s it. The wooden floor is bare, with a few marks as if the previous owner had shuffled the furniture around. The bathroom is practically a broom closet, a small sink and medicine cabinet along with the tiniest shower he’s ever seen. “At least they gave me a bar of soap.” Thunder mutters.

The sheets on his bed are black, with some kind of repeating symbol stitched into it. It matches the one on his summoner’s robes. A clawed hand smooths over the fabric, worn but still soft, and Thunder carefully sits on the edge of the bed before laying down. A square of moonlight comes in through the window, and the ghoul basks in it. So many questions whirl through his mind. What is his purpose here? Why him? His summoner had said he was here to serve the church, why does the thought of that make his skin crawl? Mismatched eyes open to stare at the ceiling. The statue in the courtyard flashes through his mind, marble features that were oddly similar to his own. He had a commanding presence, one that demanded respect, honor. Thunder is none of that, he’s scatterbrained, tiny. Hell he can’t even remember-

Thunder sits up, eyes wide. He can’t remember. He was summoned. Anything before that is a blank. Satan below it’s a miracle he remembers his own name. The ghoul begins to shake. He’s alone, with no memory, in a strange place. He has no allies, except for perhaps his summoner. Thunder curls up into a ball, hands clutched close to his chest and tail curled around his ankles. A crackling sound rumbles from his chest as tears bead in his eyes. Sharp claws dig into his arms, panic and fear making his pulse rush in his ears. I’m alone. I’m alone. I’m alone.

It isn’t long before sleep takes him, sinking into the shadow.

Thunder wakes with a yelp, drenched in sweat and tail thrashing. Glowing eyes dart around the room as adrenalin races though his veins. A clawed hand covers a spot on the side of his neck as he searches for anything that might try to hurt him, any sign of danger. It takes him a few minutes to slow his heart rate back down, brushing the sweaty hair from his forehead. He can’t recall what woke him up, just shadows and vague feelings of pain. “A nightmare.” He rasps. “Just a fucking nightmare.” Bare feet land on the floor and Thunder moves over to his dresser. There’s a few pairs of sweatsuits inside and upon further inspection they appear to be the same outfit just in different sizes. He takes a wild guess as to his own size, tugging the robe he was given off and pulling the sweatpants and sweatshirt on. Thankfully they fit. Thunder creaks his door open and pokes his head out, searching for any sign of activity. When he sees none he carefully steps out. The ghoul remembers seeing a kitchen back in the main common room, he just wants a glass of water and then he’ll go back to bed.

To his dismay there’s a ghoul already there grumbling to himself as he roots through the pantry. Thunder’s nose wrinkles at his scent. It’s very smokey, a bit musky. It reminds him of a bonfire. A fire ghoul. Dangerous. He’s bigger than he is, the muscles in his arms shown off in the tank top he’s wearing. The smaller ghoul is just about to slink back to his room when he looks up, golden eyes meeting his. Thunder freezes. The other ghoul just stares, and suddenly the room smells of ash, of cigarette smoke, and Thunder’s eyes water a bit at the strength.

“I thought Meg was fuckin’ with me.” Despite his scent changing, the fire ghoul’s tone is calm, disbelieving. “It’s really you.”

Thunder manages to tear his eyes away and crosses his arms over his chest. “I swear if everyone I meet says that…” So he looks oddly like the previous Papa. Surely he can’t be the first, right? Besides, he would know if he was him, wouldn’t he? Wouldn’t he at least recognize something?

The fire ghoul sighs before walking over and holding his hand out. “Alpha. Used to work with Meg.”

Thunder tentatively takes it, shaking his hand. Alpha’s grip is firm, sturdy, and his hand is warm. “Thunder.” Alpha gives him a sharp smile, bottom fangs poking out of it.

“What’re you doing up, short stack? Usually new summons oversleep after their summoning.”

Thunder grumbles. “Don’t call me short. I just…I had a nightmare. Can’t sleep.”

Alpha tilts his head as he goes back to digging through the pantry. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Ugh, no.” Thunder’s nose wrinkles. “Can’t remember it anyway, just pain.” His hand idly comes up to cover the side of his neck again.

Alpha seems to accept that answer, chittering as he pulls out a bag of chips and opens them loudly. “So what do you remember?” He tosses a few chips into his mouth before tilting the bag to the other ghoul, and Thunder tentatively takes a chip.

“Honestly… not much. I remember being scared, back in the pits. And…confused. Very confused. But I don’t really know why. And…and angry. I remember being absolutely livid.”

Alpha snorts. “That tracks. He would’ve been pissed if he died and ended up in the pits instead.”

Thunder glares before shoving his hand back into the bag to grab a handful of chips. “Well I’m not him. Ghouls are hell born, right? How the fuck would I get a human soul? And again, if I had a human soul, how the fuck could I be summoned in the first place? It’s just some fucky coincidence, yeah? I’m a fucking ghoul. And all I’ve done since I got here is make people miserable! Just by existing!” He growls to himself, shoving a chip into his mouth and crunching angrily.

Alpha lets him rant, eyes a little wide. “Yeah well, this place is a shit hole that tosses you aside when you lose your usefulness. I used to be something, you know. Used to be respected, until it was stripped from me. The current Papa has made things a little better for us ghouls, but we all know he’s not the one really running the show.”

Thunder looks up at him. “So…what do you do now?”

Alpha shrugs. “Wait for them to send me back. Light shit on fire. When the church does bonfires I’m the one they call. Most of the time I’m on candle duty, making sure all everything stays lit. It’s thankless work. No one ever notices anyway.” His eyes go distant as he eats. “Not nearly as fun as performing. Miss the stage. The fame.”

Thunder hums, tail flicking. “I like to sing. I wonder…I’ve never been on stage, I don’t think. I wonder if I’d like it.”

The bigger ghoul rumbles, a grin teasing his lips. “Oh you’d like it alright. If you’re anything like me.”

Thunder huffs and narrows his eyes at him. The buzz of quintessence hums through him, mismatched eyes faintly glowing gold. Alpha’s aura is bright, gold and red buried under ashy black. Like magma. That bright light is somewhat familiar, that flair for the dramatic, the need to be seen. After a moment he blinks, letting the aura fade away again.

“Perhaps maybe I am.”

#the band ghost #mintea writes #papa emeritus iii #terzo emeritus #terzo #alpha ghoul #ghost bc #ghost fanfiction #resurrected Terzo au #ghoul Terzo au

[earthry]

having thoughts about omega and terzo post resurrection, omega becoming very overprotective and almost never leaving his side. most sisters and brothers of sin give him a very wide berth because of the growling and hisses he gives off if they even look at terzo. after a few months he calms a little but still keeps a close watch. 

at night he holds terzo in his arms safe and snug and quietly tells him that he’ll never let anything happen to him ever again.  

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #ghouls #omega ghoul #omega #terzo #terzomega #terzo x omega #omega x terzo #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #papa 3 #headcanons #resurrection au