#Terzo hates everyone but it’s different from how Primo hates everyone

[ficandkaboodle]

It’s sad knowing that the excitable and flirty persona Terzo created might not have been entirely true. But. In a way, it’s also glorious?? Because he’s described as being mad at everybody, himself included, but he still very much actually cares about the well-being of others and has people whom he loves. He’s just gotten to a point of depression where he can’t embrace them in full. Probably a consequential extension from the self-hatred but hear me out.

He was the nicest Papa, according to the ghouls: He doesn’t really hang out with them but when he interacts with them, he treats them kinder than his predecessors ever did, and doesn’t seem to give them any reason to complain in interviews. And considering how much they’ll talk about, they would have jumped at the opportunity. If he gave them any reason to, that is. He genuinely seems to respect them.

He loves his mom. He loves kids. He might have a kid of his own whom he may not be able to be around too often, but does love them. He likes his brothers enough to play UNO with them. He calls out roughhousing ritual attendees if he thinks somebody could get hurt and is not afraid to put his foot down if he thinks they won’t listen.

Terzo is a sad but still fascinating and beautiful example of how you can be filled with so much anger and sadness and disappointment but still retain a sense of love and kindness in spite of it all.

[emeritus-fuckers]

Fatherhood

Nihil wasn't even a cardinal when he accidentally got a girl pregnant at the age of fifteen. And even though the child was a bastard and not a child of a Papa, Nihil's father decided to take the baby in.

Nihil was not ready for fatherhood, yet everyone expected him to be. And he did try at first. He would try holding the small child, his heart genuinely warming up when he heard his son's first giggle. It wasn't that he despised the little boy, he despised the responsibility that came with him.

He was as involved as any teenager who never wanted a kid would be. He'd check up on the kid in the nursery every once in a while, but he was still a child himself. He hated the idea of his freedom stolen because a condom failed him.

It happened too soon. Perhaps if he was a few years older, he'd feel differently. But after a few months, his son's giggles made him think only of his father's mockery. Not even the boy's first word, "papa", could make him smile. He didn't help him make his first steps, either.

He didn't get to name his son. The boy's grandfather, the current Papa, chose the name instead.

Primo. The first one. Another subtle mockery. Nihil knew it was a jab at him. He hated it, but he knew. Ever since the baby arrived at the Ministry, he'd mock him to name his children after numbers, so that maybe he won't get lost with how many he was probably going to have, considering he started so young.

Nihil became a cardinal at age twenty, when his son was five. He hated how the child would seek him out. Hated how he would call out to him, how he'd pull on his shirt to be picked up. Nihil became snappy. He'd never hurt the child, but he made it a point to be unpleasant so they boy would leave.

He never hated his child. He hated what came with him. He hated getting mocked by his father. He hated how everyone had even more expectations of him, as if being born into the damn Clergy wasn't enough.

He hated the idea of being like his father. Hated the idea of making his child hate him because of his cruel words. So he avoided talking to Primo at all, speaking to the boy only when absolutely necessary. He would know about the most important things happening in his life, of course, but he remained distant. He hated himself for it, hated how he would use his work as an excuse to avoid his child because he was too cowardly to step up and try to be a good father.

His other two sons were born after he became Papa. He was just as much of a coward, even if it's been almost twenty years later. He stayed away from his children. Only showing up if he had no other choice.

It was his father who named the two boys, once again mocking him. Nihil hated it. Hated him. Hated himself. But never hated his children.

There was only one time that him caring about his kids was actually visible. When Primo became cardinal in his early twenties, Nihil's father mocked him that since he wasn't born to a Prime Mover, this was it. He'd have to watch his brothers gain the titles of Papas while he was stuck being a mere Cardinal.

This was the only time he stepped up. He yelled at his father for a really long time, all the emotions he kept bottled up inside throughout the years leaving his system.

Everyone was shocked, especially Primo, as Nihil grabbed his son's hand and dragged him outside. Neither of them said anything as they shared a cigarette in the garden, only for Nihil to sigh heavily and then leave his child alone once more.

They only shared a cigarette twice. First, on that day. Then on the day Primo became Papa Emeritus I, exactly one year before Nihil's father died. They didn't speak that day, either.

It took him years, but Primo eventually understood. He never really forgave his father, but at least he understood. Later that day he slipped an envelope under Nihil's door. A bunch of pictures of Primo with Secondo and Terzo from when they were little.

It was the first time in years that Nihil genuinely cried, seeing the photos of his sons. But he knew it was too late.

For the rest of his life, he lived with guilt in his heart.

Years later, he came back to the envelope after his sons' deaths. He knew it was his fault. And so he cried once more, hating how much he failed them.

[a-fools-circus]

seeing as the Ministry is Satanic, i don't imagine they'd celebrate Christmas per se, but i think they'd have some sort of Yule/secular holiday celebration for this time of year

aka i'm suffering from major writer's block and work is draining every ounce of energy i have, so i have no juicy content as of right now but i thought of these headcannons and wanted to share :•)

Tags/Warnings: none !

SFW & gn!reader

Primo

The one to pay the most attention to the greenery. He dictates where all of the holly is hung, where the ivy lay, and where the tree would look best. He’s often keen on decorating with birch as a sort of nod to Krampus

By extension, any burning of seasonal plants (including incense) is often overseen by him. Depending on the day, or even his mood, he’ll request a different burn

Also very particular about the creation of the Yule Altar every year. He’s picky on which plants/decorations are to be used, though he delegates most of the aesthetics and organization to Terzo

Always the overseer of the rituals, ensuring his brothers are adhering to tradition and honoring how they should

Enjoys smelling candles with you; he’s used to the traditional ones used in service but when you introduce him to the world of scented candles, he could smell them with you for hours

Perfectly content to just sit and watch the snow fall with you by his side. He’s been known to doze off on a few occasions

The type of person to get you a gift/gifts you didn’t know you wanted. Things you never mentioned wanting or didn’t know you needed. He somehow always knows exactly what to get you

This does not extend to the packaging. He’s never been the greatest at it, so he usually suffices with a simple bag or some ribbon

Secondo

Pretends to be annoyed by the mistletoe, but ends up purposefully walking under it. Often

Pesters Terzo to put emphasis on the inclusion of wassail. And then proceeds to drink more than he knows he should during celebrations

Surprisingly super good at creating wreaths. Primo always comes to him with the plants, Terzo with the fabrics, and he always delivers some of the finest wreaths in the Ministry

Runs hot like a furnace, so he’s more than eager to be the one to warm you up when you’re cold

No matter how many times you offer to teach him how to properly wrap gifts, he refuses to learn. Every year he claims “it’s not that hard.” His gifts often don’t come wrapped, though he claims it’s “intentional” to “save paper for everyone else”

Terzo

Ever the decorator. Pulls out all of the stops to ensure every corner of the Ministry is festive—and you best believe it’s done so with taste. And opulence

Also a very big proponent of the feast. He practically curates the menu every year, taking tradition and yet creatively implementing unique tastes and experiences

Loves the caroling aspect. He’s constantly singing. Like, more than he does on a typical day; he knows he can get away with it during the holidays because it’s “part of tradition”

Carries mistletoe around just so he can pull it out when he wants a kiss

Loves to cuddle with you by the fireplace. He thinks it’s romantic

Goes absolutely overboard with gift-giving for everyone. That extends to the amount of gifts, how they’re wrapped, and how dramatic he is when you finally open them (he likes watching your reaction)

Copia

Loves to do gingerbread houses/people. He is not good at it, and is fully aware of that fact, but that doesn’t take away from the joy he gets from it, especially when it's with you

Decorating the tree is one of his favorite parts as well. Although Terzo would hate him for it, Copia doesn’t care about making it look ‘nice’, he wants to make it look personal and unique with trinkets and accessories

Furthermore, he's the type of person to insist that everyone get their own unique bauble/ornament that they have to hang

Constantly afraid that you’re freezing to death, so he insists on bundling you up and offering his own jackets/gloves/whatever it is for you to wear

Loves loves loves matching with you. Whether it be ugly sweaters or pajamas, he adores matching clothes with you

Despite how sore he gets afterward, he’s like a child in the snow: snowball fights, catching snowflakes on his tongue, etc. He always asks excitedly if you’d want to build a snowman with him

The type of person to keep a list all year long of the things you’ve mentioned you like and/or want. He’s also the type of person to theme his gifts/wrapping paper/basically everything. He always insists you don’t have to give him anything in return, but he cares more about how excited you get when he opens your gifts

[emeritus-moon]

{ENGLISH} Sodo (Dewdrop) x Male!Reader

Request : WattPad Request

Gender : Male

Who : Sodo (DewDrop)

A/N : Here you go with this Sodo x Male!Reader! I'm really sorry, I made you wait... I was expecting something better from me but I managed to make something pretty nice! I didn't know what to choose for a fight with Sodo, so I chose a funny thing with Copia and then, the idea was built little by little! I hope you enjoyed <33

- - - : Timeskip

~ ~ ~ : Flashback

- - -

A new day begins in the abbey. The whole building is pretty quiet, only the footsteps of the sisters are heard with a few chatters here and there.

Only, this usual calm is cut by the sound of mud breaking. This noise resonates in the corridors and surprises all people passing near the room from which the sound source comes.

Inside this room are the Ghouls. Usually the band is having fun or training for the various Ghost Band Tours. But today, a completely different atmosphere takes place.

DewDrop finds himself crouched on the oak table in the hall, exposing his sharp teeth menacingly towards you, ready to pounce on you at any moment.

On your side, you turn to him again, leaving the vase, which he tried to throw at you earlier, with his eyes. Your gaze illustrates the bitter anger that has awakened in you. This anger that you have always felt towards Sodo.

Why were you mad at the Ghoul? Well... The male actually always hated you. And this, since your arrival in the abbey. You never knew why he couldn't stand you, and you still don't know today...

You and DewDrop can't take their eyes off each other. The other Ghouls then notice the momentum Sodo begins to build, ready to strike.

Instantly, as the Ghoul prepares to attack you, Mountain and Aether lunge at him, holding him back from doing more damage than before.

"- Enough, Sodo! You both have done too much!

- Don't complain about having problems with Sister Imperator or Papa..."

You mock the words of Aether and Mountain, staring at them with an annoyed expression :

"- Papa won't say much... He's not Primo, Secundo or even Terzo. Not even Papa Nihil! I remind you that it's Copia."

The female Ghouls, who from the beginning stay in the back of the room, look at each other and nod when they then turn to you as Cirrus validates your words :

"- Y/N is not wrong... We will say that... Copia is a little more open than the previous Dads.

- That doesn't prevent him from getting angry whenever he wants. There Dew, you smashed his favorite stupid vase he set up three days ago."

Everyone turns to Swiss who shrugs before throwing his hands up innocently :

"- All I want to say is that you're in deep shit Sodo. And you too Y/N.

- Me!?

- Dewdrop wasn't fighting alone."

You sigh in defeat and turn your back on Swiss. You know he's right, but you don't want to own it. After all, it was Sodo who had been looking for him!

Aether and Mountain bring Sodo down from the table and as calm slowly begins to return, the front door slams open, taking all of the Ghouls by surprise a bit except for Swiss, who raises his finger and stands. from :

"Five, four...

- What happened here?

- Three, two... One...

- My vase!!"

Everyone stops doing anything in the room, never knowing how Copia will react. Knowing that he is very attached to his strange business that only he loves under this roof.

The former Cardinal rushes towards the shattered object before turning to his Ghouls, the larger pieces of the vase in his gloved hands.

"- Who is responsible for this mess, finally?"

Swiss comes out with his hands in his pockets and quickly the girls follow him. Then the other Ghouls come out. It's just you and Sodo with Copia. You stand there staring at Papa IV's vase.

You walk hesitantly towards him. Not knowing what to say, you chose the option: to apologize. You kneel in front of Dad and pick up the few remaining pieces on the ground:

"- I'm sorry Papa... It wasn't voluntary. If necessary, we'll give you another one.

- Aaaah, Amico! You know I cared about that vase! It was unique and more... I had it done!

- I know.. And again, I'm sorry. The next one will surely not replace him, but we will take one back."

Seeing that Copia remains rather calm about the situation despite his disappointment, Sodo begins to back away, telling himself that the former Cardinal thinks it's only your fault.

Unfortunately for him, the last Dad turns in his direction without really looking at him :

"-DewDrop?"

Copia's voice causes the Ghoul to stop instantly. He looks again at the man crouching in front of the debris before advancing a few slow steps towards him.

"- Papa..?

- I guess if Y/N broke my vase, it's not alone?

- Are you accusing me?

- Oh please... Don't take me for a uomo stupido. You fight regularly and it's not the first time that such a mess has been made."

Sodo sighs, dropping his arms to his sides as he stares away from you and Copia, annoyed at the situation.

Papa IV gets up, still with the debris of the vase in his hands. He grabs an empty fruit basket which is placed on the table of the room to deposit the broken pieces there.

Having picked up the remains on your side, you do the same as Copia as the man speaks again :

"- Know that even if I care about you, even if I am less severe than your previous Dads, you will not come out unscathed from this stupidity."

You and Sodo exchange eye contact, eyes widening, as you wonder what lies ahead. You both turn to Papa, who raises a finger in the air, like a parent scolding his children.

"- I want you to clean this whole room for me. And when I say everything, it's not to be taken lightly! Floor, furniture, windows, everything! And you're lucky that I don't ask you not the whole Abbey!"

While you sigh like sulky children, Copia moves away from you before stopping at the doorstep. He looks in your direction again while he makes strange, exaggerated signs with his hands.

"- Now I'm going back to work. And I want this room to be clean when I get back! Hop hop hop!"

With these last words, the former Cardinal leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

Sodo turns to you, a dark look fixed on your silhouette.

"Don't look at me like that. We've got something to clean up, Dewy."

The Ghoul grunts as you walk past him, running out of the room to get some cleaning supplies from the saddler in the kitchen.

Dewdrop follows you anyway, muttering incomprehensible words under his breath.

- - -

Once back in the big room, you approach the windows, a bucket of water with glass cleaner in your hands and a dishcloth holding on your forearm.

Sodo just watches you do it, holding a dustpan and a classic broom in his hands in addition to a packet of wipes.

You sit on the edge of one of the windows after opening it before turning to Sodo :

"- Well... as agreed, I take care of the windows and you take care of the floor and the furniture.

- "As agreed"? You agreed that alone! You didn't even ask my opinion!

- Do you want to clean the windows which are tricky to do? You want to clean the windows so that when the next rain comes they'll be horribly dirty and you'll be frustrated? I think you'd rather skip it, right? Say I'm doing you a favor.

- A favor, hmpf..."

Dewdrop turns his back to you, going across the room to start getting rid of the dust. As for you, you roll your eyes before starting your window cleaning.

- - -

A few hours have passed.

After Dewdrop finished dusting and cleaning the furniture and you finished washing the windows, you made the floor more clean with soap and water.

Now you are seated on the benches around the table, patiently awaiting Copia's return.

Finally... "patiently". It's a big word because it's been a while since you finished your cleaning. The ground has had time to dry, and Papa Emeritus IV is still not there. You start to lose patience.

Refusing to get upset easily, you decide to try a simple conversation with Sodo, trying to lighten the mood and keep you busy until Papa arrives.

"- Uhm... It wasn't so bad cleaning up with you.

- What?

- I mean... Did you see it? We didn't argue, we didn't fight. It's not so bad?"

Sodo just shrugs. At least he didn't pull a nasty head, nor insulted or yelled at you. You take that as a good point.

"- The furniture is clean... You did a good job there.

- Of course... I didn't want to stay there very long so- I had to do it right."

You nod. You lay your head on the palm of your hand, searching for a new topic of discussion but to no avail.

A small start takes you when the Ghoul speaks again :

"- It wasn't bad on your part either...

- Are you paying me a compliment?

- Y-you made me one too technically!

- A-a compliment!? For you!? No way!

- You're lying to yourself!

- So are you!"

You point fingers at each other like kids. Realizing you were starting an argument and on top of that for something stupid again, you turn away from each other, deciding not to say anything more and not even look at each other.

Several minutes have passed and Copia is still not there.

You turn towards the door, wondering if it will open with a Copia crossing its threshold or not.

"- Papa really takes his time."

This time, you don't get an answer from Sodo.

You turn to him again and look at him curiously. The Ghoul crossed her arms on the table and rested her head on them. One could almost say that he can fall asleep at any time.

"- Sodo?

- Hmm...

- I have a question..

- If it's too boring, don't look, then think carefully about what you're going to ask me, Y/N."

You take a long but discreet breath before exhaling and asking :

"- Why do you hate me?"

At these words, Sodo freezes.

His hands gripped his arms forcefully. You're pretty sure he could sink his claws into it, even through his black shirt.

"I told you to think carefully about your question.

- Excuse me if this upsets you. But I really need to know...

- That much?

- You hate me and I don't know why, the others don't tell me anything when I ask them when they seem to know! It concerns me, I have the right to know, right?

Dewdrop doesn't look at you.

In fact, he looks at the wall to his left, preferring to observe the paintings that are hung there rather than the person sitting in front of him.

With a sigh, you stand up. Sodo turns to you, looking at you with furrowed brows and also with a hint of curiosity.

"- What the hell are you doing?

- I go out. You can see that Papa isn't coming back. He must have forgotten us. And I can't stay with someone like you who can't even sympathize or even explain to me what's wrong!"

Fists clenched, you lose patience and start heading for the exit.

As you reach for the door, your wrists are gripped by two strong hands. You don't have time to realize what's going on until your body is pinned against the wall.

By realizing, you meet the gaze of the Ghoul present in the same room as you. You swallow hard as you try to struggle.

"- Get off me! Damn, what do you think you're doing!?

- Do you want to know why I hate you!?

- Why!?"

Dewdrop pins your wrists above your head with one hand as he grabs your chin between two fingers with another. While doing all this, his piercing eyes never leave yours.

You breathe heavily as you stare at him as well.

"- You are a man, that's all."

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

Your breathing calms down as you try to figure out what's wrong with you being a man.

"Because I'm human, don't you like me?

- You don't understand..."

His grip on your wrists loosens, but he won't let you go. His hand that held your chin a few moments ago rests on your hip.

Sodo lets out a sigh.

"- By man, I'm not talking about your species... You're a male, Y/N.

- A-and...? There are "male" ones in this Abbey, so I don't see where the problem comes from-

- The problem is that I'm attracted to you, idiot."

A heavy calm sets in and you don't know what to say.

You stare at the Ghoul in front of you, speechless and the creature is still staring at you. Only this time, shame and guilt are reflected in his gaze.

However, Dew' gathers his courage in both hands and continues :

"- You attract me a lot... And it's so bad...

- What's wrong with loving the same sex, Sodo..? You know it's not forbidden here, and Papa is completely open about it.

- But Sister Imperator, and our reputation... Plus- the fact that you are a male human too... We would be too badly seen...

- Dewdrop, don't you dare repeat those sentences to me. In Hell either.

- If I were to love you as I wish, I would break you!"

As Sodo's grip on your wrists is weaker, you manage to free them. You then cup his face in your hands and stare deeper into his eyes.

"- So with all this anger and so-called 'hate'... you just wanted to protect me?

- If you want to understand it like that...

- That's how I understand it, Sodo. And know that it doesn't matter what other people think, it's what you feel... It's your emotions, not anyone else's, so it's up to you."

Dewdrop hardly swallows his saliva. His eyes close as he mutters a simple "shit". Raising his gaze to you, he grabs your face as you hold his and presses his lips to yours.

His cold mask makes contact with your face, but you don't mind that much.

Sodo writes down what you told him a few moments ago and quickly, he doesn't hold back anymore. He presses you against the wall a little more, kissing you more passionately and not wanting to be separated from you for even a second.

Only, Satan decided otherwise.

As you lose yourself in your ecstasy, the door opens and a cry of surprise snaps you out of your reverie :

"- Oh, Satana, my apologies!!"

You look in the direction of the entrance to the room to find Copia hiding his eyes. The man searches for the doorknob and once he grabs it, he gives you a few hand signals before saying :

"- I-I'll check tomorrow for the room! I hope it's well cleaned! In the meantime, go and find a room!"

With these words, Papa leaves the room, leaving you both alone again.

You turn to Sodo and he does the same. You both stare at each other for a moment before laughing. Dewdrop stops his laugh and straightens up, still staring straight at you.

"- Where were we?"

A bead of sweat runs down your temple as you laugh again, but nervously this time.

You're gone for a long night with your Ghoul, dear!

[sillyandquiteawkward]

ended up dumping vaguely chronological secondo headcanons down so enjoy. or dont im not your dad.

got middle child syndrome HARD

he tries to make up for it by being nasty to terzo for a lot of their life. can range from stealing his stuff and calling him a baby despite their age difference being only 3 months, to pushing him down a flight of stairs (broke his arm. terzos fine.)

despite this they are near inseparable. mischief team extraordinaires

always admired primo for his level head and wished he could get over his hotheadedness (he will learn eventually how to smother his emotions) (this is not necessarily a good thing for him)

in the same breath hes incredibly jealous over terzo’s brains and charisma. he wishes he could BE terzo.

incredibly melancholic guy. he is not against writing sad angsty poetry and lyrics. just for himself tho. it will never see the light of day. (ok maybe zombie queen will.)

he grew up underachieving bc he could never outpace either of his brothers when he did try.

people still expect SO MUCH from him despite trying to look as useless as possible. theres a small part of him that hates his family and the expectations hes dealt because of it. hes SUPPOSED to be better than this. why cant you be like primo. why cant you be like terzo. secondo is asking the same questions. why CANT he just be them.

likes working out bc he can put on his tunes and be by himself for a few hours. terzo once asked if he could join him and secondo told him he looks great so he doesnt need to. (working on not snapping. doing better)

becomes an alcoholic very soon after becoming old enough to drink.

one day in their twenties, terzo comes to him seeking comfort bc he failed a class outright and feels like his life is coming apart at the seams. terzos crying freaking out like hes going to get in trouble despite him being an adult and secondo finally gets it through his thick skull that his perfect brothers are people too and are going through their own shit. he comforts terzo and secondo airs out his resentment.

hes getting more mature and tries his best to act like an adult. hes trying to do a lot of things actually. puts all of himself into the ministry and the business side of things. he becomes very close to sister imperator in this time. hes being nice to copia.

hes riding the high of being appreciated and acknowledged by others for his hard work. it might not be perfect, but it feels nice.

over the years he gets to be known as someone who only cares about business and getting shit done with a pissed off face. all work and no play. people dont like approaching him. this is perfectly fine for him.

likes to startle people with his jokes and just breaking his stoic character around them. why yes, mr angry accountant priest man will make dick and fart jokes. this is one of the few pleasures in his life currently.

wears readers to look at papers and computer screens. has a single pair of prescription sunglasses for when the hangovers get bad but he still needs to work.

didnt start partying hard until after 50 where it hit him he needs to fucking live a little and stop himself from rotting behind a desk. instead of getting drunk at home he now gets drunk at bars and random peoples houses. hes sleeping around. hes blowing his money away. typical midlife crisis things.

sister is disappointed to see secondo go back to shirking his work like when he was younger. when she tries to talk to him, he insists its not a problem and that hes still getting his work done, and at that point, he is.

seeing primo be a rockstar really did inspire him to want that as well. he started writing songs even before the mantle was passed to him.

secondo promised sister he could handle being the lead to the band and the world domination plans before primos retirement was announced to everyone else. sister wanted to trust him, and she did, but couldnt help thinking he wouldnt take it seriously.

he doesnt. he uses it for more parties and to get laid.

after getting fired from the band he retires from the ministry and parties like theres no tomorrow. who cares anymore. what else is there to life than the temporary.

[italian-sides]

Hi everyone again!

Here I am, back with new headcanons for my beautiful children. <3

Today we'll talk about the school career of all the characters and, as always, I'll try to explain to our English-speaking friends how the Italian school system works, providing you useful links.

To make it ((relatively)) short, the Italian school is divided into: 1. kindergarten; 2. primary school or elementary school; 3. first level secondary school or middle school; 4. secondary school or high school; 5. university. The second-level secondary school, number 4., is divided into different branches of specialization, namely: - liceo, or high school; - technical Institute; - professional Institute. These are farther divided into more specializations based on the subjects being taught.

Luca - since he was a child he always showed signs of intelligence and curiosity towards everything that surrounded him, bringing him, at the end of middle school, to choose the liceo scientifico ((dedicated to scientific studies, this school is oriented towards mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology, earth science and computer science.)) in high school and then the faculty of astronomy at university

Patrizio - he attended the liceo magistrale ((which was replaced by the Liceo delle scienze umane and it educated elementary school teachers)) because he always had the passion to take care of children and to teach; at University he chose the Primary Education course to become a kindergarten teacher.

Romolo - in high school he choose the Liceo classico ((which is dedicated to humanistic studies,  and it features Latin, Ancient Greek, Italian, history and philosophy as its most important subjects.)) and at university he studied Italian literature

Virgilio - he did not go to high school like the others, he did a technical institute, ((dedicated to economics and management, offers a broad theoretical education oriented toward specific subjects, such as law, economy, politics, and accountancy)) because his parents wanted him to; he hated it from the first minute of the first year to the last minute of the last year. However, now at university he has chosen the course of Psychology, which he adores

Emilio - he did the same liceo magistrale as Patrizio and at university he obviously chose Psychology

Giuda - he did the liceo linguistico ((which puts emphasis on modern foreign languages learning; plus, as in liceo classico, also mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology and earth science are taught.)) and studied languages ​​at the University of Bologna, and then gave up his studies in the second semester of the third year

Remo - in high school he did the professional institute specialized in gastronomy and after school he immediately started working in various clubs as a barman

Tommaso - in high school he attended the liceo scientifico for his unbridled passion for chemistry and biology and at university he graduated in Chemical Engineering

So, that's all for today, thanks for stopping by to read and... ciao! ❤ ((PS: shoutout to @septic-italian for being my beta ❤ ))

Ciao a tutti di nuovo! Eccomi tornata con delle nuove headcanons per i miei bambini bellissimi. ❤

Oggi parleremo della carriera scolastica di tutti i personaggi e, come sempre, cercherò di spiegare ai nostri amici anglofoni come funziona il sistema scolastico italiano, fornendovi dei link utili.

Luca - fin da bambino ha sempre dato segni di intelligenza e curiosità verso tutto ciò che lo circonda, portandolo, alla fine delle medie, a scegliere il liceo scientifico e successivamente all’università la facoltà di astronomia

Patrizio - ha frequentato il liceo magistrale perché ha sempre avuto la passione di prendersi cura dei bambini e di insegnare e alla fine della quinta superiore, ha scritto una lettera tutta sdolcinata alla propria classe, leggendola poi davanti a tutti. all’Università ha scelto il corso di Formazione Primaria

Romolo - alle superiori ha fatto il liceo classico e all’università ha studiato letteratura italiana

Virgilio - non ha fatto il liceo come gli altri, ha fatto un istituto tecnico perché così volevano i suoi genitori e l’ha odiato dal primo minuto del primo anno fino all’ultimo minuto dell’ultimo anno. Tuttavia, ora all'università ha scelto il corso di Psicologia, che adora.

Emilio - ha fatto lo stesso liceo magistrale di Patrizio e all'università ha scelto ovviamente Psicologia

Giuda - ha fatto il liceo linguistico e ha studiato lingue all’università di Bologna, per poi abbandonare gli studi al secondo semestre del terzo anno

Remo - alle superiori ha fatto l’alberghiero e finita la scuola ha cominciato subito a lavorare in vari locali come barman

Tommaso - alle superiori ha fatto il liceo scientifico per la sua sfrenata passione per la chimica e la biologia e all'università si è laureato in Ingegneria Chimica

Quindi, questo è tutto per oggi, grazie per esservi fermati a leggere e... ciao! ❤