Papas On Hot Days

papas on hot days 🥵

thank u to @circle--of--confusion for putting this into my head

Primo

this man has the most intense farmers tan you have ever seen

on the hottest days he is enjoying his garden rather than working in it

a lawn chair is set up amidst the foliage and plants himself there for most of the day, taking in satan’s rays

somehow he never burns

him and his assistants spent the night before preparing by making freshly squeezed lemonade from the lemons he’s grown in his garden

he sips his lemonade, sunglasses on and takes in all the work he’s done. a proud papa!

Secondo

if the sun is out his GUNS ARE OUT

BUT in order for him to survive the blistering days he needs to be at the water. good thing there’s an outdoor pool at the Ministry

siblings lower their sunglasses and focus when HE is on the diving board, speedo and muscles and all

Loves spending his time cooling off the in the pool then getting out so warm up again and then repeat

also enjoys looking at the pretty clergy members. maybe there’s some flirting. maybe some manhandling and being thrown into the pool

all in all, this man has FUN in the sun

Terzo

absolutely will not leave the cool indoors if he doesn’t have to

but if he HAS to you know he’s got himself an umbrella to keep in shaded and dark sunglasses on

has a serious love/hate relationship with the sun

on the most blistering of days he can be found deep inside the abbey, perhaps in the catacombs below to be as cool as possible

hates sweating when he’s not performing. messes up his paint and hair!

if there is a nice ray of sun streaming in through a window he *may* enjoy the warm glow for a time…

Copia

poor guy does not know how to dress for the heat. in 100 degree weather he is still in his sweatsuit

happily spends time outside with the siblings and ghouls, sometimes throwing a frisbee atound

but will retreat indoors once he’s sweat through his CLOTHES

burns all the time. no matter how much sunscreen he puts one. the sun doesn’t love him but he doesn’t care!

refuses to go shirtless outside. (doesn’t want to tempt anyone with his figure 🥵 or so he says)

i think he also likes to feel the sun warm his skin. makes him feel closer to Satan

31 days of ghost // day 3 - favourite song from: opus eponymous ⸸

We may say that all who are so deluded by devils, not reckoning any other bodily infirmities, are lacking in the gift of divine grace. And so it is said in Tobias VI: The devil has power against those who are subject to their lusts. All witchcraft comes from carnal lust, which is, in women, insatiable.

malleus maleficarum // burning witches // the witches (coloured) stand by him // carnal // frenzy of exultations // conventus

a shout out to @dolceterzo whose amazing 31 days of ghost posts inspired this ♡︎

Hmmmyes. I feel the same way.

Chapter 3: A Twenty Year Summer Vacation (link)

Cardinal Copia x OC Sister of Sin Tags: Friends to Strangers to Lovers, Childhood Trauma, Religious Guilt, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, (eventual) Workplace Relationship, Family Dynamics, Flashbacks, (eventual) smut, having indecent thoughts during (un)holy communion

A new day dawns. Copia’s gentle prodding and seemingly genuine desire to know Cecilia is disarming in a way she wasn’t expecting. She’s used to the bullshit social niceties of Washington, D.C., the asking without wanting to really know, but this is uncharted territory for her.

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Cecilia wakes the next morning puffy-eyed and with a renewed sense of purpose. This feels familiar to her; crying herself to sleep and waking up ready to seize the new day was such a common occurrence in D.C. that it became as easy as breathing. The moments when she’s alone in bed, the hazy in-between of consciousness and sleep, are the only times she can let the wall down, just a little, and feel her feelings. There, it’s safe to dip into the deep well of emotion she keeps locked away in her heart and cry cry cry. Copia’s gentle prodding and seemingly genuine desire to know her is disarming in a way she wasn’t expecting. She’s used to the bullshit social niceties of Washington, D.C., the asking without wanting to really know, but this is uncharted territory for her.

She rolls out of bed, groaning as her feet hit the floor. Takes a moment to stretch. She really misses her old queen-sized, pillow top mattress; the thin dormitory mattress isn’t doing her body any favors. For as young and small as she felt last night, her creaky bones make her feel her age this morning.

When she moved in, Cecilia was surprised to find that the old brick building housing the dormitories was retrofitted with electricity at some point. Her trusty little percolator bubbles in the corner of the, one of the few non-clothing items that she brought with her from her old apartment. She grabs a mug from a closet shelf and pours herself a cup of coffee.

Morning coffee is a soothing ritual; feeling the caffeine activate her nervous system is one of her favorite parts of the day. It became a vice of necessity during her years on the Hill and was a habit she fully intended to kick upon leaving. However, Cecilia liked teetering on the edge of over-caffeination a bit too much to dial back. She figured being a semi-practicing Satanist gave her the leeway to indulge just a bit. As she sips, a feeling of deep embarrassment about how emotional she got the night before creeps over her. She thinks Copia is probably dreading having to see her again. She’s nearly forty but still feels like a child; this past year alone has been like a second puberty.

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