Ethan Winters be like:
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Ethan Winters be like:
icemav + baby jake
when mav is on deployment
who's the mother fucker that disintigrated my grandpa
Happy Father’s Day to Poor Papa himself, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit
The brothers in their early designs! 👀 I think their dynamic would be the completely opposite of Epic Mickey lmao
A N N O I N T M E N T : (Drabble and headcannon for my Terzo muse)
Secondo was stepping down.
Terzo was not told why, not yet, only because of the haste in getting him ready.
So he knelt in the chapel, alone, as was customary, to complete the last ritual of his annointment.
Binding himself to Lucifer and the church fully.
The only other one in attendance was the young archbishop who should not BE young, as he had been here since even primo’s childhood.
The items required were set before him, and the candles and incense lit.
He opened his jacket, vest, then opened his shirt to make it easier to carve the triple six sigil into his own chest.
Even with the spells, and the incense’s heady smoke, it still stung like a bitch.
The Archbishop only took the blade when Terzo had finished, and stood vigil with him as the Cardinal turned papa whispered the prayers and incantations required.
And somewhere, in that fever dream of drugged haze, prayers, and lack of sleep, Terzo got an answer.
“You are not destined for my touch, Emeritus, but that of another. You are no less worthy for it, but you will be cursed believing it so until fates, and stars align. Ad Astra, per Inferi, young Cesare. I will take your birth name, I will guide and protect you, until your fate becomes known. By your soul is not for me to take.”
Terzo snapped back to reality, bathed in sweat, tears and his own blood.
He only understood parts of what Lucifer had told him, and all he could do was cry, the archbishop comforting him, before preparing him for his new role as Papa.
But the time he had stepped into the stage, he was more able to appear confident, despite the turmoil in his heart.
Why, why amongst all the others of his line, had Lucifer not accepted the traditions?
How long would he be papa if anyone found out? They triple six sigil had stayed, it was smaller than others he’d seen, but it hadn’t faded.
He stood beside Secondo, and took his place as Papa.
Papa Emeritus Terzo.
(In short, headcannon wise: Terzo’s birth name is Cesare (chez-a-ray). He wasn’t accepted by Lucifer for the pact because Lucifer had seen he will eventually belong to Alastor. But Terzo’s got no clue on that, just that he feels like he wasn’t good enough. This is headcannon to my ONLY shipping plot with @alastors-radioshow as my muse will only ship with them. Any other verse will not have shipping, but Terzo’s papal pact will be with lucifer instead. Just to clarify that.)
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