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// hey everyone! moderately sizable news. I’m moving this blog to a new URL and putting this URL into archive mode. Welcome to @beehiveboy. Same rules, same mun. Same shitty, bratty gamer. 

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// hey everyone! moderately sizable news. I’m moving this blog to a new URL and putting this URL into archive mode. Welcome to @beehiveboy. Same rules, same mun. Same shitty, bratty gamer. 

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// hey everyone! moderately sizable news. I’m moving this blog to a new URL and putting this URL into archive mode. Welcome to @beehiveboy. Same rules, same mun. Same shitty, bratty gamer. 

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// hey everyone! moderately sizable news. I’m moving this blog to a new URL and putting this URL into archive mode. Welcome to @beehiveboy. Same rules, same mun. Same shitty, bratty gamer. 

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// hey everyone! moderately sizable news. I’m moving this blog to a new URL and putting this URL into archive mode. Welcome to @beehiveboy. Same rules, same mun. Same shitty, bratty gamer. 

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// hey everyone! moderately sizable news. I’m moving this blog to a new URL and putting this URL into archive mode. Welcome to @beehiveboy. Same rules, same mun. Same shitty, bratty gamer. 

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Terence’s eyelids quiver in satisfaction as he waits, in respectful silence, for the vampire to wrap up his lament. It may not be wealth that motivates his obedience, but there are surely benefits to being one of DIO’s inner household staff.

When silence fills the room once more, he bows his head slightly with a sigh of commiseration, “Hm, precisely as you say, my Lord,” cutting himself off immediately when the vampire poses his question. 

“By all indications, yes. Shall I retrieve a bottle for your pleasure?” 

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"Are you sure you don't need to be in school, kid?" Mariah asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?”

Blood-shot eyes rose to meet hers from the corner of the room, boiling with frustration just as surely as they were strained from lack of sleep. Having just admitted her to the mansion, he was standing by dutifully, should she require anything as DIO’s guest, but her question caught him entirely off-guard. 

“What on earth are you trying to imply?”

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headcanon ;; 

This will be informal but basically, Terence possesses the constant, subconscious desire to be pitied. It stems from the fact that, when Daniel left him in his childhood, he never felt as though he received validation in his anger and humiliation at being abandoned - he never felt as though anyone around him could properly understand the cruel thing his brother had done. As an adult, he primarily holds this against his father, but his undying need to share stories about how shitty Daniel was as a person stems from his belief that if he could make people truly understand the kind of person Daniel was, their indignation would prove him right and his father wrong. However, more than that, there is a part of him desperate for sheer, nurturing sympathy, hence the reason his favorite doll is Sonia, who canonically asks him, during her introduction, if he’s lonely and wants to talk to her. 

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The familiar warmth comes over Terence when the vampire mingles his praise in amid those valid concerns regarding staff; he cannot keep a smirk from his face, half-hidden in the dull light. Happily, Lord DIO. 

“The majority of those handled by Enya were mere mercenaries, my Lord,” he begins, voice soaked in disdain. “Their loyalties were tied up in wealth and security - fickle; half-hearted. I suppose, in the end, it was the most efficient strategy. Yet it was not, shall we say, formulated to last. Besides, she prioritized that son of hers too highly. As for me, I can assure you that, were my brother’s  life to be placed in jeopardy, I would feel no obligation to abandon my position.”