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OMGG WATCHING THE MIRACULOUS LONDON SPECIAL WAS INSANEEEE ITS ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT RN
(It made me think of an AU idea that I'll be obsessed with, I'll post it later though)
Was putting this off but now I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna share with yall my Kaisarion theory which I shared with my friends on discord a few days ago. I'm sure someone else has already thought of this but I've not seen anyone talk about it yet so here it is.
I'd put the read more below here but I'm on mobile and when I've tried in the past it's not worked so sorry for the long post!!
So, back in 2022 Tobes did an interview with Metal Hammer about Impera and talked about what each song is about. Kaisarion he said was a call to arms and also loosely about/inspired by Kaisarion, the illegitimate child of Julius Caesar and Cleopatra. My theory suggests that Copia is the Kaisarion of the clergy.
To look at it this way, in this theory Nihil would be Julius Caesar and Imperator would be Cleopatra. Both powerful figures in their own rights. They have their illegitimate child, who is strongly implied to be Copia on more than one occasion. Nihil died just as Caesar died, tho the circumstances are different. However, there's more to it than just that.
In the year 30BC, Cleopatra ends her life with an asp bite to the breast and not long after her son Kaisarion is killed by Octavian. You wanna know what Kaisarion was doing during that time before he was killed and before his mother killed herself? He was ruler of Egypt. Much like how Copia is currently "ruler" of Ghost.
Tobias is smart. He's real fucking clever, loves to read, interested in history. Impera was inspired by a book he read on the rise and fall of empires and I'm willing to bet my ass that this book included the Roman and Egyptian empires and may have talked about Caesar, Cleopatra, and their illegitimate son. He could easily, with this knowledge, have written the song Kaisarion with the story of Kaisarion himself hinting to what will become of Imperator and Copia.
Imperator will either die or kill herself just as Cleopatra did. Very soon after, the next Papa or perhaps Saltarian (I'm more inclined to believe it'll be the new Papa myself) will kill Copia and that person will take his place as ruler of Ghost. Much like how Octavian became emperor of Rome.
In other words, we could be about to see the deaths of not just Imperator and her illegitimate son but the death of the empire that she has clearly built up in the form of Ghost.
After all, Impera is about the rise and fall of empires...
@stressghoul I leave this theory in your hands.
Hello, could I request dancing with Copia in the rain, perhaps after not seeing him for a while? Sorry if it's vague-
Aw, that's actually super cute! - Jez
Dancing in the rain with Copia (oneshot/drabble)
Copia was the kind of man that, despite the initial awkwardness, could bring people go him. They loved how sweet he was, how comforting his presence felt. You supposed it made sense why he was chosen as the next vocalist for Ghost. And then as the next Papa. And you were proud of him, you really were!
You simply hated the idea of him being away for so long.
He would call you every day, the sweetheart that he was. You'd talk about your day, ask how he has been, pout that he was so far away from you. And he'd tell you about his day, what weird stunts the ghouls pulled, ask about the rats that he left in your loving care and join in on your pouting, wishing you were there in his arms.
It was nice, yes. Laying in your bed, watching him on the screen of your laptop as he removed his facepaint. His words were sweet, very sweet. He had a way with words, once he got past the initial blockage in his brain. And even if he had issues speaking, you still thought his stimming was adorable. You'd mimic him playfully, which always made him feel better, less weird. You just wished he would be here, next to you, so you could kiss his hands. His face. So you could wrap your arms around him while you sat in his lap in just your little nightgown. So he'd hold you tight, nuzzling into your neck.
And tonight was the night. He would finally return. You didn't care that it was last midnight. You stood there, looking through the window next to the giant door to the Ministry, but you barely saw anything. It didn't matter that you were barefoot and only wearing the night gown you knew he liked and matching panties that he got you. It was warm outside. Or maybe it wasn't and you were just hot because of how excited you felt. In more than one way.
Finally, after what felt like ages of waiting, you heard the car pull up. You used all your body weight to pull the giant door open just so you could run outside and throw yourself into his arms as he got out of the car. You didn't care about the teasing chuckles from the Ghouls (most likely Swiss and Sunshine) or the soft coos at how adorable you two were (definitely Cirrus and Cumulus), you just wanted to kiss him again.
You didn't care that it was raining cats and dogs. That you were already soaking, even though you barely got outside. It was just an excuse to take a shower with the love of your life.
Once you finally broke the kiss, both of you started giggling like idiots. Aether probably made a comment about it, considering he got smacked in the head by Sodo hard enough to let out a dramatic whine. Finally mountain started chasing the other Ghouls back to then den to give you two some privacy as you just held onto each other and giggled.
You didn't realize when you started dancing, Copia happily twirling your joyful self on the grass and dipping you dramatically, like in a scene straight out of some cheap romance movie. Lucky for you, he loved cheap romance movie, so you ended up making out again.
"We should go inside, yes? Don't want you getting sick now that I'm back." He suggested, resting his forehead against yours as you both took a moment to catch your breath, his arms holding you pressed against him. You could swear you felt a soft poke in a very familiar area, and you loved that. You'd take care of it as soon as you were back in his room.
You only got to nod before you laughed again as he picked you up like a princess. You wrapped your arms around his neck, giggling at how he looked, his wet hair sticking to his forehead as he looked at you, his eyes filled with love.
For moments like these, you could survive all the tours and weeks apart. Just to see him look at you like this, when he finally got back.