#dad!terzo

[lingenmustdie]

sweet dreams 💤

[osiiiris]

Hello can I have more dad terzo

This time, how will terzo help his teen daughter through her first break up and broken heart?

Of course you can and in fact here we are ✨

The way I see it, Terzo is used to dealing with his feelings privately, and his daughter is no different. Because of that, it’s hard for him to tell when she needs comfort, or if she even needs it at all. She’s tough, and he knows she was made to endure hardships on her own terms.

He feels safe allowing this distance also because her mother is usually the one who knocks on her door when she notices she needs to talk. She’s the one who speaks and connects with her in a more explicit way. That’s fine: a bond between a mother and a daughter is something special that exists only between women. His presence, instead, is a little more indirect but constant, especially as she grows older and more independent, and the girl knows what she needs and who to choose, between her dad and her mom, in specific moments.

Sometimes he understands she needs support, but he prefers not to be intrusive, so he’ll simply play some music on his record player, like he used to do when she was little. He puts on songs about strength, courage, and fighting, something that lets her know her dad is there and knows she’s strong. That is usually enough.

But that time, though…

Terzo started to suspect something wasn’t right when his daughter came home earlier than expected, completely ignored him - standing in the kitchen with a yogurt just taken from the fridge - then slammed the door to her room, only to not come out until late the next day.

He just blinked and shrugged at the bizarre behavior. Teenage tantrums, he told himself.

But then the girl stayed silent all the following day, head bowed, barely eat, and locked herself in her room again right after dinner. That’s when he decided to ask the person truly responsible for the family and the one who kept the household running: his wife.

“Have you noticed the girl’s been a little strange lately?”

His wife only glanced briefly at him while folding fresh laundry in the closet. “She broke up with her boyfriend.”

“Did she?” Then he realizes. “How do you know…?”

She looked at him again. Terzo would have caught the hint of pity in her eyes if he had been paying more attention. “Because I talk to my daughter.”

“Should I talk to her too…?”

“Terzo,” the woman said, stepping closer, “for Satan’s sake, don’t.”

“But…”

She glanced at him one last time and sighed.

He watched her leave the room, confused and left standing there with no clue what was going on, until she came back with a pack of chocolates. She pressed it into his chest, and he grabbed it as if it fell from the sky.

“If you want to contribute, do your duty, but just listen. She’ll tell you what she wants you to know, no need to push. And most importantly,” She paused, locking eyes with him, letting her words sink in, “whatever she says… do not overreact.”

Armed with the chocolates and those few instructions, Terzo knocked on his daughter’s door, suddenly feeling small in front of the tragedy unfolding in his house without him even knowing it. Only a weak, muffled sound came from inside, and he decided that was permission enough to enter.

The girl was lying on the bed, back turned toward him. He stepped in timidly. “Honey, do you want to-”

“NO!”

The reaction caught him off guard. His wife hadn’t prepared him for that. He halted, then insisted anyway. “I brought you these…”

At first she didn’t turn. He waited as she wiped the tears from her face, then she shifted just enough to peek at what he was holding. He leaned the bag closer, and she snatched it quickly without turning around.

That was an encouraging sign, he decided, and he sat on the bed beside her.

He gave her time to get used to his presence in such a delicate state.

“Do you want to come here?” he then asked softly, tapping his thigh.

That was something they used to do when she was very small, when she’d set her head, with her pillow, on his or her mother’s lap and let them cuddle her like a kitten. With her mom, they’d watch movies while she played with or styled her hair. With him, he used to sing until she fell asleep.

She placed the pillow on his thigh and rests her head there, letting his fingers brush gently through her long black hair. “Do you want me to sing something…?”

“No…” she replied weakly.

“So you’re not telling me why you’re so sad…?”

There was a long silence before she spoke again. She inhaled shakily, fingers clutching the pillow.

The sobs return, softer this time. “Why am I so complicated?” she murmured.

For as much as Terzo wanted to answer, he knew that wasn’t meant as a real question.

“Maybe if I had been different-” She stopped herself, swallowing hard.

“Do not ever say that.”

“I’m not good enough… I only create problems!”

“If you say that again, I swear on all my ghouls that I’ll get you excommunicated and ship you off to a convent somewhere in the Romanian woods. You’re allowed to mourn, not to humiliate yourself.”

His firm tone seemed to calm her.

He kept caressing her hair. “Love isn’t easy. It’s not some mushy song or a romantic comedy. It never was for me and your mother either, but look at us now…”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah…” he confirmed, “can you see how much of a bitch your mother is now? She was ten times more a few years ago…”

“And how did you make it work?”

Terzo sighed, but still he smiled lightly at the realization of how much she resembled her mother. “Sometimes you have to go through a lot of shit to understand whether something is worth fighting for or not. At some point you start loving also the fights, and if that doesn’t happen... then it was never meant to be.”

“He gave up so soon…” she blurted out suddenly. “And I wasn’t chosen over,”

“What do you mean?”

“I was replaced.”

“You what?”

“He cheated on me.”

“He what?” Terzo’s hands halted immediately. “Cheated? On you? On my princess?”

The girl nodded, eyes wet, and his mouth twisted downward immediately. That little fucker.

He knew better than anyone what that feels like. He could’ve still accepted her precious tears being wasted on some random asshole who wasn’t mature enough to handle a complex masterpiece like her, but preferring anyone else’s progeny to his magnificent princess, the betrayal, was a direct, personal attack to him.

An Emeritus is not disposable.

“My little star, daddy needs five minutes. I’ll be back soon.” He said, delicately releasing her from his hold, as he stood up to leave the room. Once outside, he just pulled out his phone and dialed a number that took the call immediately.

“Omega,” he called, deadly serious, “we need to sort something out real quick tonight.”

[blackbird5154]

Terzo who wears under his glove a small pink ring which his little daughter gave him.

[rerukanobaka]

compilation!

[kidstemplatte]

Terzo becoming a dad of twin girls!! Pweaaase? 🥰

dad! terzo w/ twin daughters

(implications of female reader)

this was so fun to write! thank you, anon! 🥺i hope you enjoy and it didn’t disappoint! <3

he absolutely cries when he finds out you two are having twins.

he’s so nervous. worried he won’t be a good father. these babies haven’t even been born yet and they’ve become his whole world.

you have to eat more during a twin pregnancy. this man FEEDS YOU.

i feel like he can cook. he’s always making you the best (italian) food, making sure you’re eating enough.

he does so much research he ends up knowing things YOU didn’t know.

he’s always nose deep into some parenting book or staying up in the late hours of the night reading articles.

soon he has mastered the art of carrying two babies at once.

he is such a funny dad. so funny. will do ANYTHING to make his girls laugh.

they love playing dress up!

except he’s the one being dressed up.💀

he makes an absolute show of it. he loves hearing his daughters laugh and he’ll do anything to make it happen.

“you know, you kind of rock a tutu.” you say, walking in during one of their makeovers.

to save time getting ready in the mornings, he learns how to do their hair, and before you know it, he’s a BEAST at it and can braid hair in a matter of seconds.

god forbid they get a hold of his face paint.

he leaves them alone for ONE moment. ONE minute. he comes back. they are both covered in black and white paint.

“ay, nononononono, not before school!!”

the girls want to be ghoulettes for halloween. every year.

“girls, what about something else? we can get you any costume you want. anything in the world.”

“ghoulettes.” they’d say in unison.

he spoils them rotten, buys them endless toys, matching stuffed animals, dolls… but in the process, falls in love with a specific brand:

i don’t even know how i came up with this, but i feel like terzo would love monster high dolls.

he’s in the store… mindlessly walking through the toy aisle. vet barbie, pilot barbie, pool party barbie, doctor barbie...

when all of a sudden, he lays eyes on something new. something exciting.

a “monster high” doll.

now that’s cool.

probably keeps two in his office, each of his girls’ favorite characters.

i lowkey feel like he enjoys some of the shows they watch. i can see him rocking with my little pony.

he loves playing with the girls. he loves their imagination.

gets VERY invested in the barbie storylines they come up with. does high pitched voices when he’s acting out the girl dolls and it makes the twins laugh until they’re rolling on the ground.

he also keeps all the drawings they make him, every single one. they’re also on display in his office.

he knows what it feels like to feel unequal to his siblings so he is very careful to make sure they both get the same amount of love and attention. ❤️

if they fight as they get older, he doesn’t get involved. he knows girls are scary when they’re mad. he lets you handle that. 💀

very invested in the school gossip when they get to that age. when he picks them up from school he’s always eager to know what happened.

protective. VERY anti-boy.

“wait, you said… DATING?” he says when the girls mention a new couple one day.

“yeah dad, we’re in 7th grade now.”

“yeah, dad.”

“NO BOYS! not now, not ever. they are stupid and ugly and think about nothing but themselves.” (he knows this because he was one💀)

(you know the scene from the movie “coco” where the grandma says “no music” over and over again? yeah, replace “music” with “boys”. same energy.)

teaches them about girl power from an early age.

of course, their mother leads the conversation, but he’s so dedicated to help these girls understand their worth. that they can be anything they want.

he already considered himself a feminist before having his daughters, but after having them, he is THE #1 feminist.

when they start talking about crushes, you have to explain to terzo that it’s normal and bound to happen one day.

he just loves his girls so much, he doesn’t want them to grow up🥲

but, uh…

god forbid any boy breaks one of their hearts.

oh, he is not above pulling the satan card on a 13 year old boy.

but you know, one quick google search of “emeritus” will do the trick. any boy will be sure to understand why messing with either of terzo’s girls is a death wish.🥰

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i hope you enjoyed and this brought some light to your day!!! honestly i’m a little obsessed😭 hope you’re doing well!! remember you’re loved!!!❤️❤️❤️

[osiiiris]

How would Terzo react if he found out that his son:

- had a girlfriend

- stole from a store

- wanted to change his gender?

We rarely imagine Terzo as a boy’s father, so this is a challenge.

I imagine Terzo as a boy’s father in a completely opposite way from how he is as a girl’s father, so I’m glad you brought this up!

I have this feeling that living under the shadow of such a cumbersome personality as Papa Emeritus III must be very hard for a son. Expectations are high, comparisons are brutal, and admiration can easily turn into envy, or even rejection. Not to mention every time Terzo embarrasses the poor boy with his “funny stories” about him, which he happily tells to friends and girlfriends alike.

I’m sure there will be a point in his son’s life when he starts hating him.

And imagine having to witness all your girlfriends having a crush on your father… 🙄

1. had a girlfriend

Well, the first thing I imagine Terzo saying to the boy is, “You? A girlfriend?” Then he smirks, shakes his head lightly, and says proudly, “You really are my son.”

He then proceeds to fill two glasses, placing one in front of his son on the table and keeping the other.

“So what’s this?” the son asks, after smelling the strong scent of alcohol.

“You are a man now.”

“Dad-”

“And we have reached that point in life where the man who created you has to pass down wisdom-”

“DAD. Please.” The boy stops him promptly. “I don’t need you to teach me that.”

Terzo looks at him, suspiciously. “Have you already made me proud…?”

And it’s at that point that the son simply stands up and walks away, cheeks red.

He’s the kind of dad who thinks he can act like a friend or a mentor to his son and doesn’t understand how embarrassing and pressuring it feels for the boy.

For some reason, the news of the girlfriend makes him extraordinarily invested in his son’s romance, as if he’s witnessing proof that something he made has turned out right.

He’s well-meaning, intrusive, proud, and completely unaware of how overwhelming he can be.

He gives advice constantly, always unsolicited:

“Never arrive empty-handed on dates.”“Let her pick the movie.”“Lying is useless… girls can smell it.”“She must always come first.”

“DAD.”

He even slip a condom into the boy’s jacket pocket one day. Size small. Luckily, the boy found it before the girl did.

He asks questions that are far too personal and that quickly turn into a badly conceived trial.

“So,” Terzo said one afternoon, leaning back in his chair, “does this girl make you happy?”

“Yes,” his son answered carefully, but honestly.

Terzo smiled, satisfied, only to add soon after, his smile fading, “Good. Then do not ruin it.”

It got even worse when the boy invited his girlfriend home to meet him.

“Please,” the boy says to his girl, taking her hand while standing in front of the house door. His anxiety can be cut with a knife. “Anything my father says… anything, do not believe or endorse it.”

From there, the meeting is a rollercoaster that seems aimed at sabotaging the boy, but in truth is just Terzo being Terzo.

Terzo keeps calling the girl by the wrong name. Every time, his son clenches his jaw and corrects him. Terzo nods, apologizes, and says something like, “Those beautiful eyes distract me too much to focus on names,” which successfully flatters the girl and annoys the son, then forgets her name again five minutes later.

He asks the most inappropriate questions like, “So what did you find in my boy?” which may seem a standard, innocent question, if he didn’t add “I swear I’ve tried to see something interesting in him, but I haven’t succeeded so far.”

And when the girlfriend leaves, smiling, polite, clearly fond of the son - and even of the father, despite everything - Terzo pats him on the shoulder with quiet satisfaction.

“She’s cool,” he says. “I like her.”

His son exhales, exhausted. “That was never the concern.”

Terzo frowns, puzzled, obviously missing the point.

2. stole from a store

The first thing Dad Terzo would ask is, “Did you really need that?”

Terzo is definitely not the type to steal, and not because he respects laws or morals, but because, to him, there is only one way to obtain things: by earning them. And because he despises consumerism.

The only theft he can condone is that of primary goods by people who can’t afford them, or theft committed as a form of protest.

If his son isn’t able to provide a just reason for the theft that fits any of those circumstances, he will face the consequences of his actions.

“…And no, son, a new game for your Xbox is not a primary good, and it’s not a protest. Go put it back in the store and pay for it with your own money, or you won’t have it at all,” he tells him, followed by “Stealing becomes understandable only when need is ignored. Taking what you need to live is survival. Taking what you want to be entertained is laziness-”

But the boy has already left.

Better to bring the game back than listen to one of his talkfests once again.

3. wanted to change his gender?

Although he is a strong believer in the power each individual has over their own choices and bodies, it’s surprising to realize that Terzo doesn’t actually have a clear, practical understanding of how transgender identity works. He remembers Bishop Cracoviensis’ theories about the connection between architecture and the human body, about the Luciferian freedom of shaping one’s body and identity as one sees fit, like a temple built on the ashes of an old regime, but what he has are only philosophical concepts. He had never had to face the practical details in real life until this moment.

The conversation that follows is both easy and curious, full of questions rooted in genuine interest rather than judgment.

“So you feel like a woman,” he asks simply.

His tone comes out more intimidating than he intends. His child shifts in her seat, trying not to back away or stumble over the answer.“…I’m pretty sure I am a woman.”

“But I thought you had a girlfriend.”

“I do… that isn’t related…”

“…Oh.” Terzo pauses, reflecting. Whether he finds it surprising or merely unusual, she can’t quite tell. “So this makes you a lesbian.”

His daughter looks at him, intrigued and slightly amused. He seems to have grasped the concept, if only in his own way, and without much explanation.“Well, yes,” she confirms. “That would technically make me a lesbian.” She tries to smirk, but he gives little reaction. “Are you angry?” she asks.

“Why should I be?” He shrugs, unbothered, and that alone comforts her. “Anything that goes against God’s impositions in pursuit of personal fulfillment can only bring good. Have you lived under my roof for the past fifteen years?”

“Seventeen.”

“And besides,” he adds, “I really can’t blame you. Who doesn’t like women?”

He will get it wrong sometimes, he will have to be corrected and adjust, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t understand. Whatever the shape, his child is just his child.

[osiiiris]

Terzo had a son and that son is now known as Yungblud.

[osiiiris]

I just got back to watch some of Terzo's shows and the ones where he interacts with kids and I can't stop thinking about dad! Terzo but a girl dad and maybe it won't make sense to you lol but I imagine him getting her trying to summon her own ghoul and he's like "the hell you doing"

But WHAT IF the little girl summons a ghoul… by accident? Like some sort of inner talent she doesn’t even know she has, and one night Terzo is roaming the house in his loungewear quietly looking for food, when all of a sudden a giant ghoul pops up in the kitchen with some cute girly stickers all over his mask.

“The fuck are you now?”