Gotta Feed The Terzo Simps/j

let's keep going, old stuff again

today it's Ghost band and you can clearly tell who's my #1 Papa

HE'S ADORABLE!!!

Today is my birthday.

Reblogging or leaving kudos will be the best gift for me 💜

This is cute and I love it 😭

GIGGLING TWIRLING AND KICKING MY FEET. ANYTHING WITH TERZO PLS !!!

<333

I'm a sucker for fluffy family shit - Jez

Terzo as a dad headcanons

He's very insecure at first, scared he's gonna be like Nihil.

But he's super thrilled at the same time, he adores babies!

Totally there for the birth, doesn't care if his hand gets absolutely ruined and if he gets cursed for eight generations. He is there and that's it.

He absolutely fucking cries when he sees his baby!

Gushes about his child to everyone, no matter the occasion. (Think Maes Hughes from FMAB but even worse)

This man has pictures of his partner and kid(s) all over his walls.

He gets the names and birthdays of his children tattooed.

He's big on gentle parenting and communication - things he himself craved as a child.

He does have a small fantasy of Irish twins, but he'd never dare ask you for that, he knows having a baby is incredibly exhausting for your body.

He makes sure you're on bed rest for a long time before he lets you walk around.

Probably has Omega carry you around while he himself carries the baby right next to you.

He gets so lost in baby talk it becomes a part of his everyday speech.

He could be discussing something with his brothers and then calling some random object how he calls it with his baby.

His perfect afternoon is sitting on the couch, you snuggled into his side as the baby sits and babbles on his lap.

Satan save the ministry if his child's first word is "Papa" because this man will not live it down.

"Oh, I'm sorry, old man, do you have a precious little baby whose first word was Papa and who squeals in delight when they see you? No? Yeah, that's what I thought." - Terzo to Nihil after being told to do his job

Nihil is not allowed anywhere near the babies, by the way.

Terzo absolutely goes to Primo for parenting advice. Anything weird happening to the baby? He bolts for his oldest brother.

Terzo's brothers both get to play an active role in the children's lives.

If they were to find out Copia was their brother, he's absolutely getting involved, too.

And his little ones would be such little charmers!

If you pump or formula feed, you don't even see the bottle before he feeds the baby. He's just so quick with it, it's ridiculous.

Loves to give baths to the baby, especially when they're a bit older so he can splash the water with them.

He would have a bit of an issue with diapers at first, but he's a brave boy and he can take it. It just takes a few days at first. After that, he's 100% ready and willing to change diapers.

Omega teases him that his kids are gonna be taller than him. Secondo totally joins in on the teasing. (And you do, too)

I have no excuse for this other than “cowboys are gender” and “Mountain is my favorite dress-up doll” so…yeehaw

"...When Does A Man become a Monster."

Hello! I've been bitten the the writer's bug and decided to write about a friend and I's tav from Baulder's Gate 3! This is just something I wanted to do for fun and I hope you enjoy. There may be a continuation of this story as time goes on, but for now enjoy this little bit. Stay spookie, xoxo

WC: 1,037

“…When does a man become a monster?”

It has been months since his disappearance. The plan to take over the Swordcoast has already been in motion, and he wasn't here to see it. Wendigo spent hours to days trying to ignore where her brother went off to, so she would make excuses that he was just off doing whatever he pleased, but Orin kept feeding her ideas.

“He could be dead, or better yet, something could’ve feasted on his flesh... How exciting to know your biggest threat is finally gone, bloodkin.”

Wendigo just rolled her eyes. She has always been unamused by Orin’s…personality. She was reckless. There was no elegance to her methods. She was always sloppy whenever she was involved in any plan Kethric, Gortash, and Wendigo would come up with, but she would be lying to herself if she wasn’t worried about her brother. She wasn’t supposed to have these feelings. She was trained not to have these thoughts, but she would always care about her brother.

“Instead of reminding me he's gone, how about you go choke on a dagger?"

The hideous laughter that came from Orin just made Wendigo glad they weren’t actually related. Wendigo and her brother were not born Bhaalspawns, but Orin was born into this cult. Wendigo had long forgotten the reason why Bhaal decided to take her and her brother. They weren’t anything special; at least Wendigo didn’t feel like she was special. She had to spend years learning and training to become a powerful wizard, but she was never considered powerful in the eyes of Bhaal. If she was told to fight Orin, she could win, but if she had to be put in a fight against her brother, she would lose. He was more powerful because he was born with magic coursing through his veins. It was natural for him. Maybe that’s why she didn’t feel special and always wanted to be better. Be stronger than him, but those thoughts were put to rest when she remembered what happened when he decided to get power hungry. He started craving the freedom to kill however he wanted. He didn’t want to follow Bhaal’s rules. He didn’t want to become like Orin, but that was his downfall before he disappeared. Wendigo remembers how, after her brother killed some unknowing soul, Orin tackled him to the ground, and before Wendigo could come to his defense, two other cultists held her back. She could still hear the screams coming from her brother as Orin carved into his skin. The smell of copper became stronger the more Orin was carved into his skin. She remembers how she tried to break free of the two men holding her back. The screams and tears streamed down her face. She felt helpless that day… Even though her brother was fully capable of protecting himself, she couldn’t help him when he needed someone by his side. That day, she vowed to become stronger. She promised to be a perfect solider so she could know everyone within those temple’s walls next move. She didn’t want another surprise attack from anyone, but shortly after that incident, her brother disappeared.

Now here she was gathering supplies to meet up with Kethric Thorm in the Shadow-Cursed Lands. She was tasked with finding a way to kill Kethric. Find his weakness and take his netherstone. He had become weak over the past few months. Bhaal and Gortash have taken notes on how weak Kethric has become, but who was she to judge? She knew what it was like to want to have someone you loved and cared for by your side, but his emotions were getting in the way of the bigger picture of what was going on. The world will soon be in the palm of her hands. She just wished her brother was by her side. She shook her head to try to keep herself focused. She has one mission: to kill Kethric, grab his netherstone, and report back to Baulder’s Gate. Plain and simple. Nothing difficult, and nothing she can’t handle…

The journey to the gate that sat between Baulder’s Gate and the Shadow Curse Lands wasn’t difficult. She was able to stay hidden from most of the citizens of Baulder’s Gate by taking a route through the sewers. The sewers smelled better than the stench of blood and guts that stained the walls of the Temple of Bhaal. Wendigo questions why she couldn't just run away when given the chance, but when she thinks about how Bhaal found out about her brother’s situation, what would happen if she did decide to run away? Would they come after her and kill her for being a heratic ? Would they hurt her brother to get her to run back to them? She had to be careful. Every single detail mattered. Every single order that was given to her, she had to carry out. She had to do this to protect the one person she cared about—the one person who could truly understand the hell she continues to crawl through.

Soon, she made it to the gate that separated the two lands. The shadows that shroud the land felt familiar. It felt cold and harsh, with no hint of warmth. It’s a shame that she welcomed such a familiar feeling, but she looked down and saw how her arms wrapped around her in a hug. Was she nervous about what waited for her in the shadows? Would her brother show up while she was staying here? Her hands started gripping the flesh under them as she could feel the anger and frustration coming back.

“How could he be so fucking stupid? He couldn’t handle the pressure of Bhaal and left it up to me.”

She thought to herself. Then she started laughing hysterically while resting her head in her hands. She could feel the urges resurfacing that she had tried to suppress over the past few months. The insanity of craving nothing but carnage for any living creature in her sight. She looked up at the sky as her hands fell to her sides. If anyone could see her face, they would see her twisted smile. A smile from one who finally gave up hope that she would ever see the only person she cared about.

The smile of a monster.

All my Ghost prints thus far are back up in my shop 🥰

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*not my art*

Did a collab with the talented spit_tea over on insta right HERE with some Sister of Sin Papas! This was super fun to make so thank you!

"why do fans think jim defroque is sexy? he's a bad guy stop it"

because we're not puritans and we think with our dicks, margaret. this is not new behavior for fandom

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