Terzo loves all his ghouls, no matter what others think of them.
Mist and her carnivorous tendencies. Blood dripping down from her mouth and the flesh of an intruder under her nails, second guessing her actions after the sister of sin that she had saved ran off screaming in terror at the sight of the ghoulette.
“I am dangerous.”
Terzo cups her face, unflinching at the red that now stains his hands as well.
“You are my first summon, my closest friend. I will look at you with nothing but adoration. You are a hero here. I love you, no matter how you protect us.”
Zephyr and his pain. There are days when it is too hard to stand even with a cane, days when he can barely crawl out of bed. His powers are impacted by his condition, and sometimes he feels useless.
“I am defective.”
Terzo sits by his side, offering to massage his knees- to serve a ghoul, something no other Papa has done.
“There are days when I can barely leave my room, too. You are not broken. You are just as important as every other ghoul here. I love you, no matter how you are feeling.”
Ifrit and his unpredictability. One minute, he can be smiling, and the next burning with rage. He worries he is too emotional for others to handle. He ignites so easily.
“I am a hazard.”
Terzo shakes his head, stamping out another small fire caused by the overly excited ghoul.
“You feel deeply, that is all. So do I. There is nothing wrong with feeling. You have heart and passion, such strong ones at that. I love you, no matter how you express yourself.”
Pebble and his stature, something he was often picked on for in The Pit. He’s not as visibly intimidating, not as commanding as the other ghouls. He worries no one will take him seriously.
“I am not enough.”
Terzo smirks, giving his arm a playful nudge.
“You are just as ferocious as any other ghoul. You are a leader, someone who can command attention. What you look like does not determine your worth. I love you, even if you don’t feel worthy of your position.”
Alpha and his stoicism. He’s afraid of letting people in, worried that if he shows his affection, they will be taken from him in one way or another. He holds his true thoughts and feelings back so much, making him cold.
“I am afraid to say how I truly feel.”
Terzo softly takes his hand, pausing for a moment before speaking.
“You do not have to say what you are feeling, you already show it through your actions. I know just how strongly you love, how much you truly care. Just because you have not said it, does not mean it can not be understood. I love you, and I will wait as long as it takes until you can say it back.”
Omega and his fears. He worries about anything and everything. He worries that, because of his nature, he will somehow harm those he loves. He draws away, afraid to even touch.
“I will hurt you.”
Terzo rests his hand against the ghoul’s arm, watching as he slowly relaxes under the contact. He kisses his face softly, brushing his thumb lightly against his lips, just enough to expose fangs.
“I have never once believed that. I am not afraid of you. I know who you are, what you are. You are the most gentle lover I have ever had, and the most handsome creature I have ever seen. I love you. I love you. I love you.”
"Do I really have to go?" Octavian asked, purposefully dragging his feet as you yanked on his arm. "Yes. You're too stuck up for your own good. This'll help." Octavian groaned but continued to tredge along behind you, holding onto your hand tightly. You were honestly surprised he hadn't run away by now, cursing out your name. Maybe he was coming around to the idea of being a normal person that doesn't have one too many homicidal tendencies.
You and Octavian have always been close, your family being one of the few the Julius’ thought were worthy of their presence. With that being said, you and Octavian were forced to hang out as kids. He would never admit it, but Octavian cared deeply for you. If it weren’t for you, Octavian would never get socialized with others. You were good enough for him, why did he need to speak to anyone else? Today was one of those socializing days and what better to do that than a college party! Most people would be drinking beer but you had no doubt you could find some wine that was to Octavian’s taste. A drunk Octavian had to be more manageable than a sober Octavian, you thought.
You drag the blond into the house, the music already filling your ears and drowning any doubts of your plan. Octavian winced, looking over at you with a scowl. "It's so loud." "It's a house party, Oct. It's going to be loud." "Don't call me that." He pulled his hand from your grasp but continued to follow behind you as you weaved your way through the drunk students of New Rome University.
Your face lit up when you finally found the drink table, grabbing a beer for yourself. "Want one?" you asked Octavian, already knowing that he was going to decline. "Beer is disgusting." You shrugged, popping open the can of beer. You took a sip before taking Octavian into the kitchen. Octavian leaned against the counter, watching as you rooted around in the fridge for some wine. “Come on, this place’s got to have something… aha!” You produce a bottle of chardonnay from the back of the fridge, holding it up triumphantly for Octavian to see. He clapped slowly. “Wow. You stole from someone. Impressive.” “Oh ha ha. Gods forbid i try and get something you’d actually enjoy to drink.”
Octavian takes the bottle from your grasp, inspecting the label carefully. “Well it’s no Rombaur, but it’ll do.” He walks over to a cabinet, producing a glass. He unscrewed the cap of the wine with ease before pouring more than enough into the glass. "I don't think I've ever seen someone get drunk on wine," you commented. "Except like maybe a wine mom but I think they're just perpetually drunk." Octavian payed you no mind, already starting to down the chardonnay like he had been transported back to Pompeii and knew the outcome.
You stared at him, throat going a little dry. Gods, why did he look so good like this. You brought the beer can to your mouth, continuing to watch Octavian drink like there's no tomorrow. In a moment of distraction, you spilt the beer down the front of your shirt. You mumbled a soft curse under your breath before going to grab a paper towel. By the time you had found one and turned back around, Octavian had already gone missing. "The fuck?" One of your best friends came into the kitchen, grabbing your arm without warning, dragging you out of the harsh light and into the main room where everyone was drinking and dancing. You sighed, putting the thought of Octavian on the back burner and went back to what you came her to do: getting fucked up.
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You stumble onto the front lawn, vision blurred in your drunken haze. You make your way over to a metal bench underneath a tree, slumping onto it. “You.” You jumped, temporarily sobering up at the sound of the voice. Your head whipped towards the noise only to be met with a very hammered Octavian.
“You left me,” he mumbled. “I distinctly remember you ditching me in the kitchen.” The blond groaned, leaning back and placing his head in your lap. Instinctively, your fingers worked their way through his dry hair, scratching at his scalp. “You abandoned me.”
You closed your eyes and rested your head against the back of the cool bench. “You almost sound jealous, ‘Vian.” “I am.” His speech was slurred as his hands reached out to cradle your face. “I should’ve been the one with you. Not anyone else.”
Your heart skipped a beat, momentarily forgetting its job before picking back up where it left off. “P-pardon?” “You’re an idiot,” Octavian mumbled. “I’ve been wanting you to look at me the way I look at you for so long.” Oh. That’s why he was like this. Octavian liked you.
You swallowed, hands pausing in his hair. “For how long?” “Since like, forever.” He stared up at you, eyes full of longing and love. “Imma kiss you.” A pause. “Please.” You smiled softly. Octavian may be a lot of things, but someone that doesn’t ask for consent wasn’t one of them. You nodded at his request.
He cupped your cheeks tighter, leaning in to kiss you. When his mouth met yours, you could taste the chardonnay on his tongue and he could taste the beer on yours. Octavian didn’t like beer, that was a known fact. It was a commoners drink and tasted vile. But considering your mouth now held the taste, he understood its appeal. If it was always paired with a kiss from you, he would be a raging alcoholic. He melted into the kiss, enjoying very much that you had already started to take over control. Octavian had never kissed anyone in his life and his heart fluttered at the thought of you being his first.
When you eventually pulled away, he stared up at you with wide eyes and puffy lips. He looked lost in a trance, like you had sucked his soul out of him and replaced it solely with love for you. Without even thinking, Octavian blurted out a quick "will you date me" before instantly covering his mouth up with his hands. He waited patiently, watching your face as you mulled over the idea. "Promise you won't sacrifice my plushies?" Octavian pulled away his hands from his mouth, nodding slowly. "Then yes." The blond sat up quickly, face one of elation. He grabbed your face harshly and kissed you again, taking the lead this time. You two spent a few minutes devouring each others faces before finally pulling apart, a string of spit connecting your lips. "Am I a bad kisser?" Octavian asked. You gave him a sympathetic look and nodded. "Guess I'm gonna have to show you then." You leaned back in for another kiss, completely oblivious to the party that was still happening around you.
At the moment im hyperfixated on Dr house. I am a Dr house yumeshipper + Fictkin (Selfcest, thats just great)
- more about me; I am the creator and artist of pupcakia, I have ADHD and suspected Bipolar
Im not bad at socializing but im pretty nervous at first. If i text you in an awkward way im just getting myself used to you
I am also a Rodrick yumeshipper (doubles) DNI ^_^
Oh yeah let me put my dni; Racists, homophobes, lolis, basic dni, people over the age of 19 (unless trusted), proshippers, darkshippers, pedos, and zoos
@cutestpuppyindaworld : my mama, shes genuinely so so nice, she helps me a lot with the comic, and scripts and blah blah. I love her so much, everyone give love to her
@4evramoretal : ew he stinks JK, THIS IS BIG DADA!! Hes so cool, and i see him as a genuine father figure. Hes super nice and stuff
He gives me so much serotonin, I wish I could kiss his goofy looking face, he’s so damn cute
I think that like, lying on his chest with his arms wrapped around you would have the same effect as a weighted blanket and a white-noise machine and AUGH 💖
This is turning into a fluff post, so yknow what, this is for all of the other folks who are in love with him too, because god knows we’re lacking in content.
16 wouldn’t be super romantic, honestly, but I am Here For That. Just like, the occasional handhold, a side hug every so often, at least when the two of you are in public. At home, he might steal a kiss or two when the vibes are right, and he’d be sure to ask first. He would ask you about whatever thing you’re interested in and listen to you talk for hours on end, because it makes his little robot heart so damn warm. And vice versa, if you let him talk about his birds, he may not notice at first but seeing your gentle grin fills him with so much joy.
He is well aware of the fact that he’s a big guy, and knows he’s likely to be big spoon, but this is a-okay for him, he loves holding you because you’re so small compared to him and he wants you to feel safe and secure. On the other hand, he loves having your arms around him when he’s little spoon, because it makes him feel safe and secure, despite how small you are. In this same vein, he’s so good at hugging. If you are sad, he’ll ask if you want a hug, and if you say yes, he’ll loosely wrap his arms around you, being careful not to squish you. He rests his big ol noggin on your shoulder, gently leaning towards your head. He’s so gentle, and makes sure to only hug you as long as you are comfortable. 16 appreciates if you do the same for him. Even robots have bad days, and by golly, you’re one good cure for it. If you hold his head in your lap and run your hand through his hair he relaxes so quickly, and the most contented of smiles runs across his face.
He is very good at cracking backs, like, when you have a crick in your spine, you need only to walk up to him and ask. In no time flat, the issue is fixed and he’s still hugging you waiting for a response.
16 would love park dates, like, just walking around the park. Actually, I think he’d love any sort of walking date, like, going to a museum, or an art gallery, or even just a walk around the block. He loves the feel of your hand in his, and being able to learn things, or share information at the same time is just heaven to him. There’s a big beautiful world out there, and he wants to share it with you.
With all this being said, 16 is a very lousy kisser. He is always very awkward about them, and it’s more like he just purses his lips and presses them to yours. He does his best though. If you initiate it, he usually just follows your lead, but is still pretty awkward. You don’t care. It’s the thought that counts.
“Beheaded?” “Sent back to The Pit?” What are you talking about? Terzo and Omega are at the Ministry right now, cuddled up together on their couch with their kits after having dinner with the other Emeritus Siblings to celebrate the Winter Solstice! Maybe you should lie down, you’re not making any sense…
Yeah the Terzomega wedding was soft and sweet but it was also chaotic as hell. The ghouls are emotional so their magic is bouncing off the walls. All their tails are wagging, causing the photos to lose their focus. Copia snuck a rat into the ceremony as his plus one. Perpetua is sobbing to the point of snot. Secondo is beyond hungover from the night before. Primo, who has gone full mother brother of the groom, is running around the abbey frantically checking in the closets he swore he locked for this specific reason because it’s time to cut the cake and the happy couple has snuck off to fuck for the umpteenth time that day.
