And I'm back with the news. we will have another option with a slightly younger Terzo. And he's smiling. What do you think? We're going to the finish line! I'll show you the body soon.
This will be a BJD doll of Papa III. We are now at the stage of creating a 3d model which will later be printed using a 3d printer. The model is being customised by a 3d sculptor I approached, by LM.
The most difficult thing was to see Terzo's face under all that makeup. And I am glad that the sculptor is interested in this project. I think we have coped with this task perfectly. We are entering the finish line.
How do you like it so far?
What is one of your Ghost hot takes? (If you want to share!)
Ohohohohoho.
Well.
Okay.
I want to preface this by saying people’s headcanons are fine. I would never want someone to feel bad about their own imagination, or what makes them happy in the world they created in their mind.
That being said, I feel like Terzo is rapidly becoming a caricature. Let’s look at the source material: he’s slow and sensual, an advocate for healthy sex and the female orgasm. He’s funny as all get out, and very sweet with children. He is concerned for his audience’s safety, and isn’t afraid to tell someone off. In the Summoning videos, it appeared that Sister was somewhat afraid of him as evidenced by the way her face contorted in fear as his clawed hand rose to grip her shoulder.
In the account of Terzo’s younger days by Bishop Necropolitus Cracoviensis, we see a man hopeful for the future of his congregation. Excited at the prospect of becoming Papa.
It begs the question, when did he become disillusioned? What happened?
How did we get here? Where he is described as a man who hates everyone including himself. A man burdened with darkness, and wounds that have never healed.
Terzo is a character worth exploring the complexities of. How did he grow up? Was it any different than his brothers? What difficulties did he face in becoming Papa? After becoming Papa? Why was the Grammy not enough? Why was he beheaded, and did Sister wait for the serum injected into his veins to wear off so she could see the light leave his eyes? Did Copia know?
Nobody has to explore these things. And I encourage creativity above all else.
But queer characters aren’t always hyper-feminized. He can be hairy, he can be a top, he can be gruff and angry and any plethora of human emotion. He can be masculine just as much as he can be feminine, and vice versa. It is a spectrum, after all.
This is something I find myself talking a lot when conversations with my readers in private…
Terzo is a complex, deep character who was probably born with different means but then brought life to himself, literally creating himself... or maybe we did. He's always been a mystery, but amidst the darkness surrounding him, he screams and shouts so much depth that relegating him to the "sexy queer princess/sex-addicted womanizer" feels like a crime. There are so many stories to tell about him, so much to delve into in an attempt to give him a personality, a past, a real story, and to figure out why he became what we saw for a short time.
Personally, I like to tell stories about him in his young years, exploring fresh emotions and first experiences, traumas, and how he shaped his personality to fit into his role. I have so many ideas about him, so many scenarios I can't wait to put into words. His teenage years, his first loves, his relationship with his brothers, and the personalities within the Clergy... so much to explore about him.
I want to read about him walking down the Ministry hallways to attend theology lessons he probably wasn’t even interested to (or maybe he was a brilliant student!), how shy he was the first time he had to admit his first crush, the feelings he had when performing his fist ritual, how happily he used to dance at parties with his friends, and what he felt when his time to become Papa finally arrived...
Everyone is free to imagine him in the way they prefer but please don’t stick on the surface of a stereotyped pretty box, he deserves so much more.
– Пей, – он ухмыляется, видя протест в блестящих глазах. – Ты всё правильно поняла.
Она покорно наклоняется к миске у его ботинка на дрожащих от напряжения руках. Поясницу ломит. Натянутый до треска ошейник не позволяет высунуть язык, поэтому приходится наклониться ещё ниже. Её жалкие попытки дотронуться до прохладной глади молока прерывает шорох – Папа подбирает брюки на бёдрах и присаживается рядом с ней на корточки, пытливо заглядывая в глаза, в уголках которых собираются драгоценными камушками слезы унижения.
– Ты все-таки можешь быть такой.
Какой?
– Послушной. – Отвечая на её мысли.
Она не может его слушать, и, признавая своё поражение, делает первое лакательное движение из миски.
Он ухмыляется. Как победитель. Этот короткий сухой звук невыносим, и она поднимает взгляд на его руки, не в силах взглянуть в глаза.
– У меня ничего нет. Не ищи похвалы.
/ Сорбусова веточка
Thank you to @rattenleiche for her help with coloring!
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