#peepaw JUST ONE CHANCE PLEASE

[da-shrimping-station]

🎀Happy Valentine's Day🎀

peepaw's on the menu bois i get first dibs

[transformers-spike]

I cannot be the only one who wants to bang peepaw Alpha Trion plEASE TELL ME IM NOT ALONE 😭

I will never stop being an old man enjoyer. Give us your spike, peepaw

“I’m relieved we aren’t the only ones in this universe.” The words echo in his processor like sand in the desert wind. Fading in and out of consciousness under the rubble, he clings onto the softness of your voice, the faded edges of your smile burnt into his memory. He cannot make sense of your shape anymore, it’s a blotch of ink in his vision, something he recalls but cannot fully visualize. His mind reaches out to you, so close yet so far away. With every step he takes, you grow smaller, and still, you patiently wait for him with your arms outstretched. Like old times. You are dead. This he knows. Unequivocally dead. His digits twitch, warnings encapsulate his vision, reminding him each and every nanoclik of wakefulness that the next in-vent could be his last. He can’t help himself. Duty has led his life for so long, bestowed upon him by his creator, and he cannot fall back now and forgo his promise to protect Cybertron. But he is weak; pain receptors growing numb from the boulders crushing his frame, limbs quivering from a battle long lost. Primus forgive him, allow him this final comfort. Cycles ago, your crew had first established contact with Cybertron. It was a message sent across space, a simple signal that would tie your fates forever. The Council debated answering, fearing you could pose a threat to their planet, but there were only three ships with only a handful of members each. They chose fraternization over static silence. Communication was difficult, but somehow, someway, you understood each other just enough to arrive on their planet. Surprise struck him when he saw your kind, small, frail and soft to the touch. Your people were just as startled as them, but in your optics he saw something greater; a delight in meeting fellow sentient beings. They took in your crew and treated them like brothers and sisters, communicating through gestures and drawings. You could not speak their language, but they could learn yours. Knowledge was shared among you, tales of your worlds, their history, your technology, your people… Perhaps your place among your own was what drew him to you. Standing on the sidelines, you watched and took notes, occasionally serving as a sketch artist to exchange information. The others were mingling with the Council, asking questions, telling stories, showing what machinery brought you to them. But you kept your distance, politely nodding along and busying yourself with your notebooks. When he approached you, taking slow careful steps, you nearly dropped your pen in shock. His size was already intimidating by Cybertronian standards, but for a human? He could barely imagine the primal fear you felt when met with someone of his stature. You recovered quickly despite it, uneasy but maintaining your composure. Having knelt down to your level, he offered you servo, the sand within it shaping into a miniature version of your ship. You blinked, clutching your notebook to your chassis. Then, after a drawn out silence, you smiled, optics gleaming with wonder. That was the start of your companionship. You would sit in his servo, looking up at the night sky, speaking words he could barely understand but tried his hardest to learn. He recalls bits and pieces, meanings he managed to grasp through what you taught him. It wasn’t long until your time together grew intimate. As a prime, he was so focused on his duties that he barely got the chance to relax, much less interface. Things were… difficult due to the size difference, but there were workarounds. Charge runs through his fuel lines at the memory. How you would brush your digits against his valve, testing the waters so to say, before slipping your servo inside of it. There was no true relief in the interface, no way for you to properly satisfy each other. But you were both content, savoring every moment of your companionship. You would press your lips to his spike, working your servo in and out of his gushing valve. It made his frame shudder and his optics glitch.

He touched you much the same way, digits rubbing at the sensitive nerves between your thighs, gazing down at you lovingly as you grit your denta and arched your optical ridge in pleasure.

[blingblong55]

Cola- John Price NSFW

Based on a request: Ma’am, hello & how are you? I hope I’m not bombarding you with a lot of requests. I was listening to Older by Isabel LaRosa and I have imagination of Fem!Reader x Price (PeePaw) Reader (early twenties), fresh graduate and a newbie in TF141 handling weapons stocks (or whatever you call it, lol). Met Price for the first time and her daddy issues vibrating. Both taken a liking of each other (im sucker for love at first sight)….. I leave the rest up to your imagination and creativity ☺️. Please ignore this request if goes against your FAQ. Thank you 🫶🏼 ---- F!Reader, smut, 18+, MDNI, oral!sex, age!gap ----

A/N: short...I know and also a bit shit...

When you met him, it was like something clicked. The smiles you both flashed towards each other were something rather sweet. Your heart flutters, cheeks reddened and you became nervous. Your mind scrambles, trying to find an excuse to approach him and for him, it was the same. His mouth dries, eyes not being able to look away from you. What is it about you that makes him feel like a teen once more? Would you two have the chance to even talk?

You are new to base and the team your mentor, Laswell, listed you in. You became an armourer for the team and being your first day, you needed to have a meeting with the captain of the team. Fuck, I hope it's him, you think. Your eyes are on his body. Why must you be into men much older than you? It's a curse but a blessing. 

Once in his office, he sighs and nods you to sit down. "You must be Y/N?" He sits down and lights up his cigar as he sizes you up. A smirk plays on his lips. Fuck, I can't think of her this way, he thinks. 

....

The meeting is long, a rundown of what the team does, the values it holds and what you'll be doing later in the day. He smiles but tries to fight it off. He asks you to talk about yourself, a mediocre excuse to listen to your voice for longer. It's like he needs to know you for more than just being in the same team. As John leans back into his seat, he lets the smoke fill the room. Between laughter and comments, he and you can feel the attraction arise. 

He smiles, and leans in, "You said men your age don't treat you write?" Oh what a comment this could lead to. As you explain why, he smirks. Maybe a man like himself can fix the little issues you have. John begins to take notes about you, the way you talk and how you smile at fond memories that you mention casually. 

....

With days, he calls you back to his office, this happens over and over. From light conversations to the ones that make you tear up that lead to him playing the role of the man you truly need. "C'mere doll," he says and pats his leg. With teary eyes you sit on his lap and nuzzle your face on his neck, his strong arms wrapping around you. One of his hands cups your face and wipes your tears away. 

Is it wrong he wants this so much more when you cry and depend on him? Can you be his little secret? You'll understand when he asks that your sweet lips lay on his, right? or how by now, his breath is close to your lips. 

"Kiss me, yeah?" he asks with a whisper. 

You lean in, letting him take control of this moment now. Your body wrapped around his and now he cups your face, needing you closer than before. 

Fuck does he need your mouth wrapped around something else. He shakes his head and pulls away, "On your knees, doll," he commands and you obey so perfectly. 

He unzips his jeans and pulls your hand onto his cock, your lovely hands playing with his balls. Slowly, he pulls his cock out and he groans as you slowly lick his tip, your pretty eyes on him. "Oh fuck..." he whispers and pushes your head in. His hand gripping your hair, guiding you to his own need. You gag, eyes teary as you suck him off. Your sweet lips make him more aggressive, he curses you and his grip tightens on your neck when he feels his cock bulge inside of you. 

His balls tighten, his head thrown back and then he bucks his hips. "Fuck....oh fuck you're so good," he groans and just as drool falls from your mouth, he cums in your pretty throat. "Oh the things you make me do, Y/N. I promise next time, I'll show you why men like me are so good for pretty things like you." His lips meet your forehead before they kiss your swollen lips. 

A/N: This was rushed..sorry pookie

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[mothmanssweetsucculentass]

What are your head cannons for characters in different factions within Zenless being friends? (Example: Lucy and Corin being friends because they have the shared experience of not great parents based on what the game reveals).

Ooooooh I hadn’t thought about this til now—

I’m gonna try and include as many characters as possible in this!!

So first off, everyone in the Cunning Hares gets along with everyone in The Sons of Calydon. Considering Billy used to be a former member of the gang, I’d say the two work pretty closely/know each other fairly well. For specifics, I think Anby and Caesar have the same mindset when it comes to combat, and Nekomata and Burnice bond over being chaos gremlins. Nekomata would also love Piper, nap taking gang go Brrrr. I think the only ones who wouldn’t like each other would be Nicole and Lucy, and they tend to just hate each other in secret/behind everyone else’s back’s cause they care about their own groups too much.

Similarly, I think Belobog also has similar ties to Victoria Housekeeping. Lycaon and Corin both like Ben, but for different reasons. Lycaon likes Ben due to thiren solidarity, and Lycaon also thinks he’s a pretty decent guy who’s chill and all that. If Belobog ever needs a commission from Victoria, or vice versa, the transactions are made between those two.

Corin likes him cause of how gentle and understanding he is. She sees a lot of her new father figure Lycaon in him.

As much as it pains me to say it, I don’t really think anyone in Victoria Housekeeping would like the company of the more criminally aligned factions (so far being the Cunning Hares and Sons of Calydon). Sure, Victoria Housekeeping may not have the greatest moral compass, but they do have a reputation to uphold.

The only one I think does make sense is Corin and Nekomata considering their actions in canon. Maaaaaybeee if you squint, I can see Anby and Ellen getting along, too

Seth being the himbo that he is would definitely befriend Rina on accident. Like, she would just be doing the mind manipulation stuff and being super condescending and shit, and he’d be none the wiser and think her insults to be genuine compliments.

And obviously because of that, I think Rina and Jane would also be besties. Gaslight gatekeep girlboss solidarity.

Lycaon and Qingyi I think would also get along at least somewhat well, considering both are very peepaw coded characters. Lycaon also deems it good to have at least one cop friend for emergencies.

Soldier 11 often works with NEPS, but hasn’t been able to form a close bond with anyone outside of Phaethon due to how insanely busy she always is. She’d definitely like Qingyi the most if given the time to actually hang out with the NEPS faction.

Seth, if ever given the chance, would also probably like Anton’s company. The two have similar moral compasses and even more similar himbo mindsets.

Anton would also love Billy for the same reasons. He has to keep their friendship somewhat hidden though, lest Grace finds out Billy exists and tries to cut him open to see how he works.

Piper seems to be the mechanic of the Sons of Calydon group, so I think she’d get along with at least Koleda and Anton from Belobog. Solidarity in working with big machinery and all that y’know?

Soukaku would definitely be friends with Burnice, no explanation needed. Chaos gremlin x chaos gremlin.

Harumasa and Seth probably have a history together the same way Zhu Yuan and Miyabi do.

Until they reveal more about her, I don’t really know what to say about Yanagi, but I think she’d probably get along with people like Lycaon and Qingyi

I ran into Lighter once in Lumina square and he had dialogue about being kinda shy so y’know what, fuck it, anxious mf solidarity between him and Corin. Let the tall scary looking biker guy have social anxiety and let it be the most normal thing ever please Hoyo I beg do not make him like fucking Mika from genshin

I really hope they officially reveal the idol/livestreamer faction, as well as the vampire guy in Lycaon’s story quest soon, cause I’d love to see how their personalities are, and how they’d fit in with the rest of the cast

[spidergutz-writes]

ANOTHER REQUEST..

Hc’s about jealous Michael? Preferably Peepaw but you can write for Og if you want. Im a whore for his jealousy.

frfr giggling and twirling my hair rn, your speaking directly to my brain bestie 😩🤌

I’m doing this one first cause it’s gonna be just a tad quicker for me to do ;w;

WARNINGS: THERE IS A BRIEF MENTION OF NSFW STUFF SO IM SORRY (I’m too much of a slut for that fictional man istg) not proofread, we die like real men here. Michael being hot asf.

HC’S of jealous peepaw Michael Myers!

Firstly, peepaw micheal doesn’t get overly jealous too quickly, but if a cashier does get a little too friendly, or some random person looks at you with anything other than casual respect? You might have to keep an eye on the news for missing people. 👀

*insert intense glaring and heavy breathing here*

definitely glares at whoever’s being too friendly with you. Depending on if y’all are in a crowded area, he might peak out to give the person a hello. With his knife. Preferably in their chest

if he can get the chance to properly go outside with you without the fear of revealing who he is, he is ALWAYS keeping a hand on you in one way or another. Like, his hand on the back of your neck, shoulder, bicep, and even your waist sometimes. He’s not the biggest fan of PDA but he won’t hesitate to let others know what’s his.

when y’all get to the safety of your home, he’s a lot more touchy than usual. Resting his forehead on the crown of your head, wrapping his arms around you and huffing.

once you get past his initial violent stage of his jealousy he really does get needy for your attention. I mean, you basically deprived him earlier, how can he possibly live if you won’t sit on his lap and let him hug you for the next hour??? How cruel 😤

HES fr such a drama queen though 🙄🤚🤚🤚

will NEVER verbally express his jealousy, for one, he just does speak that much all together, and two. He’s. He’s kinda petty ngl.

like fr. He’s just gonna be like 🧍‍♂️while your just like “Michael?? Are you mad at me???” and he’s sTILL JUST STANDING THERE. expects you to know EXACTLY why he’s jealous.

oh wow, all this nice and sfw stuff about how jealous he gets WELL LETS NOT FORGET THAT MAN WOULD POUND YOU INTO OBLIVION

you thought I wouldn’t make an excuse to talk about fucking Michael Myers? Well you’re wrong. Because we all know when that man gets jealous, he gets possessive . And what better way to show everyone your his?? none other than leaving so many marks on you someone would think you were attacked by a swarm of raccoons.

if you’d let him, he would 10000000% lightly (I cannot stress how lightly he would do this) carve his name in either your arm, or chest.

hickeys? Yes. Bite marks? You fucking bet. Bruises from his hard ass grip? Obviously!!!!!

ehem. Uhm. Now that I’m no longer feral, he would definitely need some small form of reassurance. Cuddling, hand holding, just general quality time together will work. HUFUFUUFUFUFUFU I NEED TO BE CONTAINED I WANTED TO MAKE THIS ALL SMUT BUT I MUST REFRAIN!!!! MY BRAIN IS ROTTEN! 😭😭😭 As always, please, please, PLEAAASSEE give me constructive criticism! I can’t grow as a writer to suit others (and my own) needs if I can’t write up to standards. my requests are open, as well as my asks, so feel free to drop by!!! [pls omfg send my more requests I’ll literally kiss you istg]

[stubborn-plague]

ℑ𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℜ𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔡𝔢

Hi there, I'm Entropy, I'll be using this blog for writing of all kinds, feel free to send requests or asks whenever they're open, please just make sure to follow the guidelines I've given in this post!

As a general rule, I will write any reader inserts as gender neutral and SFW unless an ask/request specifies otherwise!

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣:

Slashers

Bubba sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Chrome Skull (ChromeSkull movies)

Billy Lenz (Black Christmas)

Jason Vorhees (Friday The 13th)

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)

Michael Myers (OG, Peepaw or Rob zombie)

Leslie Vernon (Behind the Mask)

Yautja (Predator)

Transformers

Bayverse

Optimus Prime

Bumblebee

Ironhide

Megatron

Starscream

Barricade

Transformers Prime

Optimus Prime

Bumblebee

Ratchet 

Bulkhead

Arcee

Smokescreen

Ultra Magnus

Wheeljack

Megatron 

Starscream

Knockout

Breakdown

Soundwave

Shockwave

Dreadwing

Predaking

Transformers Animated

Optimus Prime

Bumblebee

Ratchet 

Bulkhead

Prowl

Blurr

Grimlock

Ultra Magnus

Megatron 

Starscream

Blitzwing

Legend Of Zelda

Link

Sidon 

Ganondorf

Hellsing/Hellsing Ultimate

Alucard

Seras Victoria

Pip Bernadotte

Alexander Anderson

Ser Integra Hellsing 

[I will NOT be writing for any of the Nazis.]

Resident Evil

Albert Wesker

Leon Kennedy

Karl Heisenberg

Ethan Winters

Alcina Dimitrescu

Donna Beneviento (And Angie is there)

Also

Five Nights At Freddy's Characters

Skyrim/The Elder Scrolls Companions and others

Fallout Companions and others

-More May be Added- [If there is a specific fandom you want to ask for, feel free to ask me, while I may not know it, there's always the chance that I do! Same goes for any characters I've missed!]

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖:

SFW & NSFW

Headcanons

Reader x Character

Character x Character

Poly Relationships

One-shots

Prompts

Gore

Most Kinks

[If unsure, just send me a message!]

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕎𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖:

Incest

Pedophilia/Underage

Feet

Scat

Vomit

Inflation

[mc-was-here]

hi! it’s my first time requesting,i was wondering if you could do headcanons of the brothers with teen!mc who is a k-pop stan ,has like A LOT of posters of idols in their room and is learning k-pop dances. Thank you in advance 🫶

This is the CUTEST request ever omg!!! 😭💕 Also yay, first request! I’ll do my best!

Teen!MC who’s a k-pop fan:

CW: Platonic, Fluff

Lucifer:

-He has no idea about the music and has never heard of k-pop before until you introduced it to him.

-Major peepaw vibes, he’s clueless BUT he supports you all the way.

-When he walked to you room to see all the posters, he was taken aback but finds it super endearing.

-Speaking of him being an absolute grandpa, he’d try to indulge you to talk about it.

-He pointed out one of the posters asking “MC, this is Jungkook, right?”

-He meant nothing bad, he just doesn’t know the names and was genuinely asking. Please give him a break… 😭

-You stare at him blankly and correct him.

-He had a laugh from that and will tease you sometimes about it.

-He still has no idea about the music but will recognize the merch whenever he visits the human world and will get you something.

-He got a mug once, you still use it every chance you get.

-He caught you dancing to some tunes once in your room, and you kicked him out so fast.

-Will tell you about it and say he loves how your passionate about it and that you had nice moves! 😊

Mammon:

-He will try really hard not to say anything when he found out you’re a k-pop fan…

-He coincidentally bumped into your room and you didn’t notice since you had your headphones on.

-It was fairly loud and you were dancing by a mirror.

-Mammon clutches his chest, it was too cute.

-Now he wants in on it, so he’ll try learning how to do their moves too since he’s fairly good at dancing.

-He will bring up how he’s learned the same song you were listening to, and you immediately light up.

-Now by indulging it, he’ll practice with you in your room if you’re cool with it!

-You’ll be like “Oh wow, what a coincidence! Me too!”

-God forbid if you caught him accidentally going into your room.

-But it worked out!

-He does little gestures like when taking you to RAD, he’ll have your playlist on.

-Or you and the brothers go on a trip!

-He once brought you to a concert, you have very fond memories of that day.

-Don’t ask him where he got the money…

Leviathan:

-You like k-pop?!?! Omg him too!!! But don’t tell anyone…

-He invites you over to his room to lounge around and he has the music quietly in the background while you guys are talking or gaming!

-He’ll show you his hidden collection of merchandise.

-Exclusive clothing sets, albums signed, bottles and plushies of BTS characters because he finds them extremely cute!

-You get comfortable with him enough to dance when he’s around, he giggles and finds it endearing!

-Don’t ask him to dance though, he’s too embarrassed to do it around people. Even though, he is good at it.

-YOU were the one that caught him once, he passed out on the spot.

-No, literally he did.

-You never speak about it… 🧍

-Now you two can gush about it whenever you visit his room! Yippee!

Satan:

-He’s never heard of the genre, but now he’s curious!

-He loves your passion! So he’ll drop some books and magazines, and will do his own research.

-When he sees you dancing, he helps find you proper tutorials and will send you multiple links!

-One time, he had Mammon help to find you classes!

-He uh… “borrowed” Lucifer’s card.

-When Lucifer found out, it didn’t go well.

-BUT he allowed it because it’s you, now he willingly pays your classes. :)

-You and Satan run to the shops to get magazines and he listens and is fascinated by your knowledge!

-He’s a new fan, not a super fan, but he enjoys a few bands like Red Velvet and TWICE.

-Your psyched about it, and he’s happy to indulge you!

Asmodeus:

-He’s a huge BLACKPINK fan.

-He has their moves memorized.

-So when he sees you’re a huge fan seeing all the posters in your wall? He’s excited!

-Will actually be the one teaching you dance moves!

-You approached him once and spoke about learning how to do your favorite band’s dance moves, and he takes on the teacher mantle !

-Asmo calls you his number one fan as you improve your skills! 🥺

-He’ll be taking you to a few concerts! You go at least three times a year.

-You both have an album of memories you made of your classes and when taken to concerts.

-He brings you albums, makes sure to gift them to you on holidays, birthdays and special occasions!

-You have a big shelf of your growing collection. 💗

Beelzebub:

-The way he found out was when he was looking for you to invite you to lunch.

-He didn’t think a lot of it at first, until he started to see the variety of merch you wore.

-Beel asks out of curiosity one day, and you explain to him and show him videos.

-He’s really happy that you have so much passion and knowledge for it!

-Any chance you get, you give him an ear piece and you both take a listen.

-He doesn’t know much about k-pop but he can name some groups from what you’ve told him!

-One day he brought the idea of a cafe with meals themed after your favorite group!

-They made a small school event after Diavolo’s approval, and everyone loved it!

-Beel ate all the dishes they had in the menu…

-Of course, there was music too! And each of the brothers that were hosts were dressed as idols to match the aesthetic of the event!

-You had fun, and was touched by the idea that Beel thought of this for you (and his stomach…)!

Belphegor:

-Belphie found out when the music was too loud for his liking, he could hear it from his room!

-He slouched out of bed and trotted to your room with a grumpy look.

-You swore everyone was out besides Asmo, but you thought wrong.

-You were practicing Set Me Free by TWICE, and midway you jumped out of your skin when Belphie opened the door with a pout.

-He was taken aback by your reaction, soon apologizing and explaining how it was hard for him to sleep with the music in the background.

-You apologized as well, but he wasn’t as upset as he had a bit of guilt.

-He told you it’s okay and that you could continue doing what you were doing with the music lower.

-After that day, whenever you two are lounging around, you put your earphones on and at times he grabs a piece to have a listen too.

-He let’s you talk about your favorite groups, and doesn’t mind it!

-He once got you a hoodie as a way of letting you know he is listening. <3

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Sorry for the lateness but hope you liked it, friend! 🫶

I had fun writing these, even though I don’t know a whole lot about k-pop either but some songs are cool! 😊

[ladyoriza]

@beril66 it's long so i'm making a whole post

first i gotta add this post because this is a shared verse with my spouse @echthr0s and i think understanding their part of it is both necessary and they also have a roster of sick ocs that i adore (Noah. oh my god Noah. PLEASE go ask about Noah)

Isadora Marie is the daughter of another oc of mine, Samantha Toren, and Vicar Max of The Outer Worlds. Sam is the daughter of Atom/Walter Padick/Randall Flagg/Nyarlathotep of the Cthulhu and Steven King multiverses. Hers is a very long story that I'll keep short- Sam ran away from home at 13, in some verses to her brother, Noah, in others she stayed on her own. Eventually she ends up in The Outer Worlds, shit happens, Izzy is born. Dear old dad likes to fuck around all over the multiverse, making fucked-up children and being a general nuisance. Sam made it her mission to counter him at every chance.

Izzy, like Sam, inherited a colossal amount of power from peepaw Nyarly, though Izzy lacks the reality-bending and omniscience her mom is capable of, she's still an absolute powerhouse in her own right. I haven't quite figured out if the Warhammer variation of Izzy was born in that universe or traveled there after taking on Sam's "ruin peepaw's day no matter what" mission, but either way Izzy's goal with the Warrant is to root out his influence and try to build a better Expanse. (I say she can't bend reality, but really, the line between what does and doesn't count is way too thin and Izzy just has to focus a LOT to do it and really doesn't like doing it unless circumstances are truly dire).

Wanda Maximoff is the really one of the better comparisons to Izzy's power levels, just Izzy has a violet/gold color scheme to her magic. Which really doesn't help in Warhammer considering what Warp breaches look like, but she's got it under tight control until Commorragh when her dad's temper rears it's head and she pulls the whole city into realspace cause they kept pissing her off, (again, is that dimensional magic or reality bending? *shrug emoji*). The dark city got box seats to Izzy taking the kid gloves off and really fucking shit up. Say hi to her...aunt? uncle? Say hi to her mother's sibling, Slaanesh, for her. She's gonna go try to make out with Nocturne now.

I'm still not sure how the party reacts to all this, Pasqal was the first to really feel it but he had a hunch she wasn't telling them everything, (who else sings to machine spirits and has it work? who else learns languages by hearing a few words? Or was it the pieces of Amarnat recognizing something like the Shard?). Idira and Cassia also had suspicions, but everyone else is blindsided by it. Here's a woman with straight up chaos magic, that should have killed everyone, should have caused so much ruin, but she's singing lullabies to the machine spirit and the ship's never functioned better. Everyone is safe during warp jumps.

What drew her to Pasqal was that he's hilarious and she thinks the stigmata is hot. Heinrix was entirely unplanned.

[youwouldntlietopapa]

When Everything's Dark

Contains: Primo x Reader, fluff, domestic fluff, insomnia, family worries, anxiety, etc. No smut in this one, just Peepaw getting some affection and care.

Also available on AO3

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The ache in Primo’s back had started to spread. One more telltale sign he’d been awake too long. Pacing or fidgeting in his seat or sat at his desk trying to find solutions to the mountain of problems that he could feel looming over him. All the things that he was supposed to be finished with when he retired. Budgets and Siblings and Ghouls and Ministry bullshit. Instead, it was obviously going to be another sleepless night. Up worrying himself sick. Again.

Even if he could forget the Ministry business, his brothers were still at the forefront of his mind. Secondo, still grieving the loss of his title. Terzo, overwhelmed by the onslaught of responsibility. And Primo was left to try and keep the whole thing from falling apart. Maybe it should have felt routine after a lifetime of playing parent to them both. But, he was ashamed to admit, even after all this time there was a part of him that was angry at how long he’d been expected to pick up after their father, how much of his own life had been set aside to protect them from his negligence. Another night burned at the altar of that man’s selfishness. Another headache blooming behind his eyes. Another barely contained urge to scream.

...

“Please, my love, come to bed.” You’d asked half a dozen times and you’d keep on asking, begging, pleading, whatever it takes to get him to rest. But, again, he shakes his head and gently shoos you back toward the bedroom.

“Don’t worry, fiore mio.” He sighs, patting your hand. His smiles, small and forced. The weight of his troubles and the drag of his exhaustion stoops his shoulders and threatens to crush him. “Rest will come when it comes. For now, it is too loud to sleep.” Primo tapped his temple.

But your grip on his hand is insistent and the gentle tug for him to follow unmistakable. “You know I can’t sleep without you.” In all the time you’ve known him, he’s never been any good at denying you when you look at him with those big, sad eyes. Stepping closer again to tease your fingers through the chest hair poking up past the collar of his bathrobe. “Will you, at least, take me to bed and stay with me until I fall asleep? Please?”

You can see it in his eyes and in the twitch at the corner of his mouth. Both of you know that he is too clever and sees too clearly to fall for such a thin attempt at tricking him into sleeping. What matters, however, is less the attempt than the reason behind it. You’ve asked before and you’ll ask again, because you worry and you care. Because that’s what you do for the people you love most. He can stay up pacing, worrying over his brothers, but he can’t do that without knowing you’ll be awake with your own worries over him. His forehead rests against yours and his eyes slide closed.

“Until you fall asleep.” Primo nods, all too aware that it will be just that. He’ll wait until you are fast asleep and then slip back out, away from where he might disturb you. “Anything for Angelo mio.”

Relinquishing control, he lets you lead him without resistance back to the big, warm bed that you’ve been sharing for a little more than a year already. Routines that had been established even before you’d given up your own quarters entirely made the shift from spending the night to staying forever an easy one, and once Primo sits on the edge of the bed, you fall into the comfort of those routines without giving him much of a chance to protest.

“Sleep or not, will you let me take care of you? You’ll already be exhausted in the morning, why be in pain as well?” You press up against his back, hugging him from behind, and kiss his neck. Your fingers find the end of the tie holding his robe closed, carefully pulling the tie loose.

His warm hands rest softly on yours and he leans back into the pressure of your body behind him. “Ti prendi sempre cura di me.” Primo says softly, lifting one of your hands and kissing your fingers. “Besides, only a fool would try to stop you when you are determined.”

The robe slides off his freckled shoulders without any resistance, and he tosses it onto the chair next to the window. The glass pot of muscle balm he made himself is still sitting on the bedside table where you left it and you scoop out a dollop with one finger. It smells of herbs from the garden, an undertone of lavender, and beeswax. Warming it between your hands, the short wait is filled with soft kisses to the back of his neck and across his shoulders.

“Will you tell me what has you so upset?” It never feels right to pry. Not with him. Primo is and had always been open and honest about most things. Too much experience with silence to care for keeping it any longer. When there were things he kept to himself, it was simpler and typically correct to think he had his reasons. But this had become disruptive beyond the typical.

He lets out a deep breath and the faintest moan when your hands work the balm into his shoulders and down his back. Massaging the balm into his tight muscles. The ache radiating from his lower back finally starts to let go. “The same things as many times before, fiore mio.” He says with a dry smile. “Work, the Ministry, family. But I don’t want you to worry, si? It will pass.”

“Your usual worries don’t keep you up night after night.”

Primo glances back at you over his shoulder, trying to decide if it’s better to accept the truth of that statement or to deny it. “… My usual worries are for my brothers. Not a former Papa and the new Papa.” His shoulders droop and he shakes his head slowly.

“You do know a little something about being both, my love. More than most others ever will.” You offer gently.

“I didn’t take the position from my brother, and I left on my own terms. They are both… così lontano da dove mi trovavo. Ed entrambi troppo testardi per il loro bene.”

“But you do have experience, with more than a little, and with both of them. You have always had their best interests at heart, and they both love and respect you. Perhaps that’s what they really need, just to know that you’re here and that you love them both dearly. That they are always welcome to talk to you.” With the balm worked in, you take a minute to try and loosen the knots in his neck. “You don’t have to have all of the answers, all of the time, you know.”

“No?” He chuckles humourlessly. “Perhaps you tell everyone this. I don’t think they hear the news.”

Any other time, in any other mood, you would have teased him and tried to make him smile. But, right then, all you can think is... he’s right. It’s not just his brothers, it’s everyone. The overwhelming assumption that he will have the answer, that he can fix things, that he will handle it all. It isn’t fair and it isn’t right. If anyone ever deserved a peaceful retirement, it’s him.

“They are both still your brothers. Papa or otherwise. Just as they were when you were Papa. Still Primo. Still Secondo and Terzo.” You lean in close and kiss just below his ear. “That’s who they need, my love. You. That’s all.”

“You’re telling me I overthink too much.” He turns his head just enough to see you.

“It is something you’re very good at.”

He huffs a laugh and tips his head to rest against yours. “Sii gentile con questo vecchio, dolcezza. È da molto tempo che mi preoccupo in questo modo.”

“Allora sembra che sia giunto il momento di lasciare che qualcun altro aiuti a portare quel peso, no?”

Slipping your nightshirt over your head, you toss it past him, on to the chair with his robe. For a long moment, Primo stares at it, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Marvelling at having someone who gives him such consideration, such care, and such gentleness. Up half the night and listening to his troubles. Still using every little trick short of physically dragging him to get him to rest. When he turns to look at you, you’ve already scooted back onto your side of the bed, propped up on an elbow and holding the covers back for him.

“Hai paura che non mantenga la mia promessa?” He teases, sliding into the bed beside you and pulling you closer.

Not that there is any resistance from you, already pressing closer. From the beginning, it had been a habit to settle against his chest. Letting the steady rhythm of his heart lull you to sleep. To hear his voice rumbling in his chest like distant thunder. Safe and warm, wrapped in his arms. But, on nights like this, when his thoughts are raging and his body is tense, you shift up higher. Pressing a soft kiss to his forehead and wrapping your arms around his shoulders to hold him protectively. His arms circling your waist with silent understanding and his own private appreciation for the efforts to let him keep his pride.

“You always keep your word, my heart.” You keep your voice soft, stretching to turn off the bedside lamp and letting the darkness envelope you both. “But the bed feels empty without you here beside me. Sometimes I think about the days when you were still touring. I don’t think I could have faced it. Months without you.”

His head tilts just so, pressing kisses against your warm skin. “I take you with me, amore, or I don’t go at all.”

Your leg hooks over his hip, not looking for anything more. Just the comfortable, uncomplicated closeness that you share. A way to keep him grounded while his thoughts are trying to carry him away. The silent mantra behind everything between you. I’m here. I have you. You are safe. You are loved. You are not alone. One hand trails down his back, tracing meaningless shapes, and the other slides up into his hair. Silver and gold spun into the finest silk. Slipping through your fingers like a whisper. Your nails scratching softly over his scalp. Your own personal magic trick to put him to sleep. Primo practically purrs, melting into your touch.

“Once things are more settled, maybe we should go, hmm?” You whisper softly, lips brushing against his forehead before kissing him again.

“On tour?” Even in the dark, you can still hear the smirk in his tone.

“On vacation.”

“Mmmmm… Somewhere warm, si?” Primo’s slow, gentle kisses trail along your collarbone. “With a beach maybe?”

You can’t help laughing quietly. “Is that your way of saying you’d like to see me in the swimsuit you got me?”

“Or less, tesoro.” He holds you a little closer, running his hands over your back, one stopping to rest on your backside. His words coming slower, half slurred as he finally lets himself relax. “A private beach. Just for us.”

“I’d like that.” The soft sound of your nails scratching gently through his hair follows the rhythm of his breath. Even as it slows and deepens as sleep finally comes to drag him under. The rumble in his chest turns into a soft snore and you’re glad he can’t see the smug look on your face at your victory over his insomnia and anxieties.

He stirs lightly, mumbling, not fully awake. “Don’t worry, amore. I stay until you fall asleep.”

You smile to yourself and say a silent prayer of thanks to the Old One for everything you’ve been blessed with. Holding Primo a little tighter, pressing a kiss to his brow, you close your eyes and let yourself follow him into the peaceful embrace of sleep.

“Dormi bene, mio principe. Ti amo con tutto il cuore. Sei il mio tutto.”

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Fiore Mio = my flower

Angelo mio = my angel

Ti prendi sempre cura di me. = You always take care of me.

così lontano da dove mi trovavo. Ed entrambi troppo testardi per il loro bene. = so far from where I was. And both too stubborn for their own good.

Sii gentile con questo vecchio, dolcezza. È da molto tempo che mi preoccupo in questo modo. = Be nice to this old man, sweetness. I've been worrying like this for a long time.

Allora sembra che sia giunto il momento di lasciare che qualcun altro aiuti a portare quel peso, no? = So it seems like it's time to let someone else help carry that burden, no?

Hai paura che non mantenga la mia promessa? = Are you afraid that I won't keep my promise?

Dormi bene, mio principe. Ti amo con tutto il cuore. Sei il mio tutto. = Sleep well, my prince. I love you with all my heart. You are my Everything.

[copiousloverofcopia]

It's time to celebrate my fellow Peepaw Lovers for a new installment of Potpourri is HERE!

Thank you so much for your patience with me and all your support. I hope you all enjoy!!!!

Special shoutout to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers 💗

**TRIGGER WARNING**

mentions of pregnancy loss, miscarriage

Potpourri

During his retirement, Papa Primo Emeritus falls in love with a new Sister of Sin who has suffered a tragic loss. While the new sister settles into the Abbey, Primo can’t help but grow more infatuated with her. Promising to give her everything she desires, but can he win her affections when she still can’t let go of the past?

Chapter 9: Gardening

Also available HERE on AO3! Haven’t started yet, start from the beginning HERE!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

The sun was shining brightly on the Abbey, and it was the first time in a long time Gwen felt at peace. Getting her hands dirty as the soil sifted through her fingers. Content to feel the wind through her hair as she sat with Finn in the middle of the garden. The two of them, enjoying the warmth of the day atop their cheeks as they tended to the plants. 

In the quiet moments, Gwen’s mind was heavy with thoughts of Primo. Shortly after the Ostara celebrations he was called to leave for a Ministry wide conference in Glasgow. A situation that required at least one Papa to attend and Secondo and Terzo had gone in recent years and Copia had his hands full, they had no choice. He had only been gone for a couple of weeks and in that time, Gwen hardly knew what to do with herself. 

His absence made her realize, both unfortunately and unfortunately, how much she needed him. Finding herself looking for him in all his usual spots. Expecting to see him sitting in the confessional or working away in the deep recesses of the garden. Or even finding him when she snuck a glance over at the patch of bittersweet Forget Me Knots, he had planted for her. 

What was even more painful was staring at the empty spot in their bed. Struggling all the while to come to an answer for him. To give him resolution to the burning question he’d asked her just before leaving. A question she was still so unsure how to answer. 

“Do you think you’ll say yes?” Finn asked her, pulling Gwen out from the quiet reverie. Gwen smiled softly. Of course, Fiona was curious. The whole Abbey was waiting to hear Gwen’s answer. After all, it had been years since a Papa had taken on a Prime Mover. It was one of the most revered and honorable positions within the church. One even the most devout and beautiful of sisters rarely came to hold. Spouse of a Papa and fruit bearer of the Satanic Papacy. 

Had it been asked of anyone else; they’d have jumped at the chance. Hopeful that they would be able to carry the next in line for the Miter. The evidence of desire, most noted in those who would vie for Terzo or Secondo’s chamber key. Throwing themselves shamelessly at them during Black Mass. All clambering for the chance to have a permanent spot on one of the Papa’s arms. For Gwen, it wasn’t the same.

Her affection for Primo was true and unlike anything she had ever felt before. He had given up so much for her. Binding the two of them before Satan just to give her a second chance. Each passing moment between them, having her wishing she could bear him a child. Deep down, however, she worried that she never could. A fear that kept her from allowing herself to truly be his. 

“I—I don’t know.” Gwen answered, brushing off the dirt from her knees as she rose up and wiped the notes of sweat from her brow. Letting out an exhale, before picking up her things and heading back towards the greenhouse. 

“Gwen…please. You can’t be serious.” Finn exclaimed, trailing after her. Careful not to trip over the freshly planted creeping Phlox as she struggled to keep up her pace.

“But I am…I am not sure I am cut out for that sort of thing.” 

“You’re not cut out for that sort of thing? Gwen…are you mad?” Finn asked her, managing to finally catch up. Position herself in front of Gwen to stop her just before the greenhouse door.

“I can’t do it again—” Gwen began. Finn’s face turned soft, trying to understand where it was coming from when the two heard a voice coming from behind them. 

“Sisters? I hope I am not interrupting anything.” Mr. Saltarian asked, his eyes squinting in the sunlight as he approached. 

“Of course not, what can we do for you.” Finn smiled, Gwen turning to do the same.

“Well actually I was hoping to speak with Sister Guinevere alone.” 

“Ah, I see.” Finn began realizing what was up, “...of course. Maybe you can talk some sense into her. See you at supper.” she said as she winked at Gwen, taking her leave. As Finn disappeared in the distance, Gwen grew quiet. Deciding to continue on with her business within the greenhouse as Saltarian followed closely behind. 

“I take it you still don’t have an answer for him.” he asked, Gwen’s eyes shooting over to him a moment, feeling a bit surprised. 

“Sweet Satanas. Does everyone know?” she asked, feeling uneasy, waiting for his answer. 

“Naturally. It isn’t every day that this kinda thing happens. No matter what vapid excuse you might give about your relationship with him, everyone knows that you are together.” Saltarian replied, before taking a seat at the rod iron table.

“I know…” she admitted. 

“Why don’t you just tell him how you feel and be together. It is no secret that you two are in love. It’s as plain as what's left of these gray hairs on my head.” he told her. Both of them, letting out a lighthearted chuckle as Gwen took a seat beside him. Saltarian, reaching across the table to take her hand in his. 

“You’re right. I do love him.”

“See…then it's only a matter of time before you have to face that. You don’t want to be alone in the darkness forever Gwen. I know how far you’ve come since being here.”

“I have. I just don’t think I can give him what he wants.” she explained, sniffling back as she tried her best to maintain composure.

“It's what you want too. If anyone can give it to you… it's him. Just think about it. Ok?” Saltarian asked her. His pleading eyes, begging for her to give his friend a real chance. A chance they both deserved at happiness. 

“Ok.” she smiled as Saltarian gently squeezed her hands. 

“He is coming back tonight. If I were you, I wouldn’t wait much longer to give him an answer.” he suggested, rising up from the table. Gwen nodded as he made his way to the door. Leaving her alone with her thoughts in the greenhouse. 

It was amazing to Gwen just how quickly the warm days were turning into cold nights. Sitting patiently in the old armchair just beside the fire. Snuggling up tightly in Primo’s old throw, breathing in the lingering scent of his cologne. Trying her best to wait up for him but finding herself slowly drifting into sleep. Just as she nodded off, the sound of the bedroom door creaking quietly open awakened her. 

“Papa?” she asked, easing herself upright in the chair and turning to find him standing in the doorway.

“I am sorry I woke you. I know it is late.” Primo smiled, walking towards her. Her silhouette dancing against the light of the fire. Primo, bending forward to press a soft kiss on her forehead. Taking a spot on the other chair beside her. Gwen, humming in delight, wishing this moment between them could stay just like this. Without the pressure of knowing that he was undoubtedly waiting for her to answer. 

“I know that this might not be what you want to talk about right now.” Primo began.

Oh no here it comes, she thought to herself. Swallowing back the knot forming in her throat as he continued on.

“I assume you have been thinking about what I asked before leaving?” Primo, watching as the smile began to fade from her face. The moment she had been dreading, had finally come.

“Papa…” she began, Primo looking at her as if the name was foreign to him. Correcting herself before she continued on, “Primo…I just. I just can’t. I’m sorry.” she told him, her eyes falling to the floor. Primo let out a frustrated sigh. He wasn’t having it any longer. He stood up and came up before her. Taking hold of her face in his hands as he pulled her up to look at him. 

“And why not? Tell me. I want to hear you say the reason.” he demanded.

“You know why.” she answered, the tears already welling up in her eyes. Though she knew this moment was inevitable, it didn’t make turning Primo’s proposal down any easier. The pain grew as she saw his face. His heartbreak, and her own, made her want to die.  

Primo’s anger and frustration grew. He knew she was trapped in the past still, despite everything they had been through. All he wanted was to make her happy. To help her—to love her. To give her everything she ever wanted, if she’d only let him. 

“That's not an answer Guinevere and you know it. You can’t stop living forever!” Primo snapped, dropping his hands from her face and pacing in front of the fireplace. Gwen’s eyes widening at his hostile demeanor. The fury inside him, unlike anything she had seen from him before.

“I am afraid Primo you know this…” she cried, but Primo was done. While every time before he had comforted her—coddled her. Helped her to calm the inner demons that raged inside her at the wounds of her past. Tonight his heart could no longer bear the burden. He had finally had enough. 

“Then be afraid Gwen! That is part of life. All life is made of horror and magic and happiness and despair. All of it! Let me show you that I can make it worthwhile. That I can help you—”

“You can’t help me!” Gwen snapped back jumping up from the chair. Ready to storm out of the Papal suite and find refuge in Finn’s room for the night. Her blood boiling, wanting to run from the truth.  

“Oh, but I can and I will. Be my Prime Mover Gwen. Let me love you and honor you as the wonderful being that you are. Let me spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you. Let me give you a child.” he begged her, grabbing hold of her wrist and turning her to face him. Laying out the truth for her, bitter and hot. 

“What?” Gwen responded, angry at him for forcing her to acknowledge things head on. 

“I know I can do this. I can make you happy.” 

“Primo how…how can you say such a thing to me?” she asked him, her eyes now red with tears. Her wilted mascara, streaming down her cheeks. Streaks of blackened scars, bearing the pain she felt plainly on her face.  

“Because I know it to be true. I can’t replace what you’ve lost, but I can and will make you happy. I can give you a life. A love. A family…”

“Primo I… I am sure you could give that to someone, and they would be so lucky to have it, but that someone is not me.” Gwen told him. Her hands held tight to her shoulders. Almost hugging herself as she tried everything not to fall apart in front of him.  

“Why not?” he asked, refusing to take no for an answer.

“Because.”

“Because why dolcezza?!”  

“Because I have already lost one and I will NEVER get them back. NEVER.” she sobbed, collapsing to her knees and burying her face in her hands. Primo took a deep breath and settled down beside her. His old aching joints, cursing him for his haste. 

“It won’t happen again. Not this time.” he promised. Pulling her close to his chest. Gwen’s tears, staining the fabric of his shirt as she sobbed hard against him. 

“How ? How do you know? Some spell? Some ritual? I won't be made some spectacle for the Ministry or for you to help prove something.” she hissed, deflecting the reason. Hoping to convince herself that Primo was only doing this to prove his virility. To be held in high regard for it, like his brothers had been for theirs. Hoping to produce an heir to prove a point to the rest of the Ministry. 

Primo refused to allow it. Staring at her, deep into her eyes as he confronted her. Ready to fight for the woman he loved, even if it killed him in the process. She would have to hear him out.  

“That's not at all what this is about, and you know it! There will be no ceremonies, no public rituals, no prying eyes—just the two of us. I want us to share everything, share our lives. For you to truly be mine. If we conceive, we conceive the way Lucifer intended.” he explained. Gwen turned her eyes away from him. Ashamed for her accusations, for evening having thought such a thing. 

“I don't even know why I'm listening to all this…am I that desperate.”

“No.”

“Then what then?”

“It's because you love me too cara. You felt it just as I did, the moment we saw each other there was something sparked between us.” Primo proclaimed, smiling at her as she struggled to stop crying. 

“Primo, I don't know what to say.”

“Say you will let me. Say you will allow me to give you everything I can. The most intimate parts of myself.”

“Heh…You act as if you haven’t given those to me already… or plenty of other sisters I imagine.” Gwen scoffed as Primo picked her up in his arms. Catching her off guard as he carried her with youthful ease to their shared bed. Looking deep into her eyes once more and laying her down gently. 

“No I haven’t. I have taken many lovers, sure…but I have never spilled my seed freely inside them. Never before had I been certain enough to allow it. Certain enough to—”

“To what Papa?” Gwen cried, swallowing back as she watched the look of desire and passion growing steadily in Primo’s eyes.  

“To become a father. I hadn't even thought of it before you and now all I can think of is you. You cara. Spending my every breath whispering your praises. Touching you, kissing you, being inside you. Watching and waiting for your belly to grow round with life–a gift I want to give you more than anything. I want you to be my Prime Mover. To be mine always.”

“I won't listen to this.” Gwen said, turning to face away from him as he hovered above her on the bed.  

“Have I not already proven I would give my own life for you. Am I not bound to you for Lucifer’s sake?”

“I didn’t ask for that!” 

“No…no you didn’t, but I cannot bear to think of a world without you in it. Without that smile that ignites fire within my soul.” Gwen turned back towards him. Knowing that she wanted him, just as much as he wanted her. It was the fear of her past holding her back. The fear that she would relive the worst moments of her life again.  

“Primo…I do love you, but I just can’t.” 

“You can and you will amore. I promise to make you happy, and I have never broken a promise. I don’t intend on doing it now.” he vowed, bringing his lips to hover above hers. 

“Papa.” she said breathily as she stared at him. Her love for him, slowly melting away the fear. Seeing the love in his eyes. Knowing that every word spoken was true. Gwen, beginning to think that as much as it scared her to move on, the thought of being without him might scare her even more. 

“Sister.” he uttered just as she rose up to kiss him. Lips locked together. Soft and sweet like the honeysuckle from the garden. The taste of one another, so passionate and whole. Gwen’s legs wrapped around him after Primo’s hands made quick work of unbuttoning his pants. Throwing them to the floor, his body was ready and hard for her.  

“I need you.” she moaned, caught off guard by the sound of him tearing off her panties. The cotton, shredding easily in his grasp and his wandering fingers went traveling over the mound of her sex. 

“Amore.”

"Ah…ahh..." Gwen moaned into their kiss. The heat between them was growing quickly and before they knew it the rest of their clothing had fallen to the wayside. Primo carefully slid his fingers inside her. Gwen, moaning and writhing as she relaxed her legs open for him. Allowing him more access to her as he used her slick from his fingers to wet himself. Pressing the head of his cock against her entrance. Nudging her open before slowly pushing deep inside.

“Oh Gwen.” he groaned, reaching the back of her insides. Carefully moving in and out as Gwen held tight to his shoulders. Her legs now once again wrapped around his waist as her cunt throbbed intensely inside with every thrust of his hips. The two of them, losing themselves in the moment of passion between them. 

It was true they were in love, and nothing was going to change that. Not Gwen’s fear, not Primo’s age, not anything that the world could throw at them. At this moment it was just them. Locked together as one.

Primo was pounding steadily away as she squirmed beneath him. Her toes, curling and nails dug deep into the flesh of Primo’s shoulder as she came over and over again. Overwhelmed with the sensations of lust and love. Primo, too, was engulfed in it. Swimming in ecstasy as he felt her fluttering around him. Trying his best not to cum with each pulsation inside her.

He was giving it his all, waiting for the right moment. Moaning and grunting as he was determined to send Gwen over one last time. He knew it had come as her body once more melted beneath him, giving way to yet another orgasm—exhausted and languid. 

“Do you accept me?” He asked, driving himself harder and harder inside her. Determined to get as deep as he could. She was shaking around him, moaning and whimpering as her body locked tightly on to him. Sensations rushing through her, her soul unfolding for him like the petals of a flower. His words barely discernible over the salacious sounds of their sex and her moans. 

“What?” She asked, breathy and weak in pleasure.

“Do you accept me? Will you allow me to cum inside you? Give you what we both want?” Primo asked her. His gaze fixed on her as he tried desperately not to cum. Waiting for her to consent. She was overwhelmed, feeling the tears pricking once again at her eyes. Gwen wanted it all—comfort, pleasure, a life where happiness still existed, a baby, and though she had only now fully admitted it, she wanted Primo. 

“Yes…ah!” She cried out. Primo, bucking hard inside her, his pace quickened and breathing ragged. Tangled up together in a mix of sweat and desire. Both completely lost in the moment of rapture between them. 

“I love you.” Primo said, letting out a guttural moan. His hips, stuttering as he grabbed tightly unto hers. Pushing himself in as far as he could before pouring out everything he had. Filling her deep into her core, and concentrating that it happened exactly as intended. 

“I—I love you too.” she cried. The two of them, holding on to one another a moment before Primo finally collapsed beside her. Gwen, falling fast asleep in his arms, leaving Primo awake and alone with his thoughts. Feeling exhausted but filled with joy and excitement with the knowledge of what they had finally done. 

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

So wtf is with the help wanted 2 true ending vanny squashing peepaw Willy cutscene. Also do we still have any idea which security breach ending is the canon one. Please impart your wisdom.

As for the Vanny cutscene, personally I agree with RyeToast's interpretation: with the mask and the glitching Bonnie plush as we go deeper into the VR, we're about to be possessed by Glitchtrap and turned into another mind-slave... until Vanny gets jealous. She's his favorite apprentice. The last time she pulled this, she yeeted Glitchtrap out of Gregory and thought she could handle him and kill him irl, but he escaped and set the place on fire. So here, she just leaves Cassie's dad's mind trapped in VR so he can't even have a chance to fight back.

In regards to that, I really think Burntrap is going to be our canon ending. I think that Ruin was trying to red-herring us into believing that Vanessa is trustworthy, since of course she's free now, why would she hurt us? Considering the deleted "voice" lines, my guess is that that was supposed to be Vanny's voice, and we'd think "oh, okay, we can listen to her! definitely not a witch that's going to eat us." Then Vanny turns out to be a much bigger problem than anticipated.

[gyozumaki]

Why the fuck did youtooz post that video on Springtrap, I did not need to see peepaw throw it back with his springcheeks. Anyway

Can I beat up a bear?

As a 5'7" twink, limited processing unit, and way too much knowledge on shit that doesn't matter, y'all know the drill.

EXCLUSIONS - Help Wanted 1+2, UCN, AR, FNAF World, books/comics, Dreadbear, The Blob (FUCK THE BLOB, FUCK BURNTRAP, FUCK THE AFTON ENDING IN SECURITY BREACH) alr let's go

Starting off, we have Phantom and Shadow Freddy. Both technically do things but not much. If I don't look, what are they gonna do? They're goobers in my peripheral, I'm going to forget they exist in about three seconds.

Classic Fredbear. Like Springbonnie, there is a non-zero chance of getting hurt that is extremely low. He's a hefty guy with a nice bite, yet he really can't do much. Not a problem.

Everyone's new dad, Glamrock Freddy is next. He CAN kill you, however the chance is low (in theory at least, we all know how broken the game is) He's a cool fazfriend, I like him. I don't trust the stomach capsule though, I've seen what suspicious animatronic stomach hatches can do.

Return of one of the most forgettable animatronic lines, Rockstar Freddy. Please deposit five coins. Please deposit five coins. Please deposit five coins. Please deposit five coins. Please deposit five coins. Please deposit five coins. Please de

We have our first trio lumping! Original, Withered, and Ignited Golden Freddy, all essentially the same. I'm not messing with Cassidy, hell no. Disregarding that, Golden Freddy is kinda just there. Not too much of a hassle if you don't panic.

Nightmare Freddy, father of three, pretty easy to deal with if you have a flashlight. Arguably the easiest Nightmare to deal with. I'm taking the Freddles for myself, they're adorable. N. Freddy should be scared of me.

Withered Freddy, the face of FNAF merch despite being almost nobody's favorite. He's oddly uncanny but easy to deal with. Honestly, he seems chill to be around. Though there's definitely a chance he'd catch me off guard. Not difficult but not the easiest.

Toy Freddy has finally regained meme status love thanks to CaseOh. He doesn't seem to be particularly aggressive but I'm not going to provoke him. Not much else to say, really.

Uuggghhh these lists have made me think about Security Breach and Ruin more than I want. Ruined Glamrock Freddy is a pretty creepy concept and I would avoid him at all costs. This is where we make the large leap between "yeah, shouldn't be difficult" to "yeah, I'm fucked seven ways to Sunday" with this guy being unique. An old friend becoming an enemy is gnarly in games, the first thing coming to mind is Akira Nishikiyama from Yakuza. Avoid at all costs, pray and run.

Another TJOC entry, we have Ignited Freddy. Easy to deal with if you know what to do but if you're stuck in a room with him, might as well get a quick prayer out. He's extremely quick, prominent, and bites??? Fuck that. He's no Ignited Bonnie but I'm still keeping my distance.

Molten Freddy and Creation are two mangled messes that I'm staying FAR away from. They are merciless beasts that won't stop to get what they want. What do I even aim for?? The body? That's either a wired mess or endoskeleton spine. Absolutely not.

Har har harhar har harhar har har fedd. Original Freddy is an absolute beast to deal with in the game. He's a sneaky bastard and difficult to track. Have you seen those eyebrows? He's one angry dude. How can I fight against that? And it gets worse from here!

Who doesn't love Funtime Freddy? I know I love his charisma. But I'm also terrified of charismatic individuals. And faceplates. Him and Bon Bon tag-teaming is a match made in hell. I lose. How can I win here unless I have a magic cattle prod or something?? IT STILL GETS WORSE????

Ohhhh boy. This is the highest I've had any FNAF 4 animatronic and for good reason. Nightmare and N. Fredbear. Sweet fuckin Jesus. If I look outside my door and see those red eyes, I'm calling it quits. There's nothing I can do except hope my death is quick. Their designs are so over the top and kinda goofy but I'm their setting, they're horrifying to me. So yeah, I'm not messing with them. Not a chance.

And that's it for the main cast! Should I do other FNAF lists of characters/animatronics? What do y'all think about this?

[beeceit]

So Much For Grabbing The Bottle

I finally got the chance to read So Much For Grabbing A Slice (and it is seriously AMAZING, please check it out if you haven't yet) and I couldn't get the idea of ITBOTB Blue running into CJ in a peepaw multiverse situation out of my head

CJ and Shelldon Neo are both from SMGS by @shiftdrawwing

"Hey, Mister Peanut! C'mere a minute, would ya?"

Blue tapped his foot on the ground, leaning on the couch in a way that he hoped came off as casual and did a good job of hiding how much this whole multiverse situation had him freaked out. 

"Pardon?"

"Ahh, don't worry about it, timeline difference, I think. Must be weird, being older than all of us turtles."

"You'd be surprised what I've gotten used to."

Blue hummed with a frown, running his tongue over his back teeth.

"I bet I would. Ah, look, Casey-"

"It's CJ."

Blue raised an eyebrow, then shrugged.

"Alright, then, CJ. I'm sure this is weird coming from me- I mean, if you're actually as old as you look, I could probably be your kid."

"Is there a point to this?"

Blue chuckled, putting his hand up. 

"Alright, alright, I'll cut to the chase. Look, I know you're not my Casey, and I know I'm not your Master Leonardo, and I hope I'm not crossing a line by saying this, but... I'm proud of you. I never imagined my boy could make it to your age. Seeing a version of him that has... I can't even imagine how strong you must be."

CJ blinked, not sure how to respond.

“Uh… thanks?”

"Ahh, I know, I know, I made it weird. But hey, really, I mean it. I'm proud of you. You look like you've been through about five different kinds of hell in wet socks, but here you are, still kicking. That's incredible, CJ. Even if it's just from me, you deserve to be told that, at least once."

CJ leaned on his cane, looking the turtle over.

“That, uh… thank you.”

Blue winked. “Anytime.”

“Which one is yours?”

“Hmm? Oh, you mean my Casey?”

CJ nodded.

Blue grinned and pointed.

“Mine’s the little highlighter over there trying to arm wrestle your Shelldon,” Blue cupped his hand around his mouth, calling out. “Doing great, champ! You got this- oof, no, no he doesn’t, that looked painful. Eh, he’ll be fine.”

“That explains a lot about you.”

“I’m choosing to take that as a compliment. …He’s a good kid. Strong kid. He’s better than I was at his age, that’s for sure.”

CJ fiddled with his cane, taking in the scene. The walking crayon box that was Blue’s Casey had already shaken it off and was begging Neo for another match.

“He seems happy.”

“I think he is. The past has been good to him, it’s nice to see him finally able to laugh, you know? Not looking over his shoulder all the time, not wondering which one of us he’ll have to bury next. He can finally just… live. I hope you get that, too. Aaaaanyways, that’s enough sappiness from ol Peepaw Blue-”

“Yeah, again, I’m older than you.”

Blue waved him off, getting to his feet with loud cracks and pops ringing out from his knees.

“He- hey, Casey! Hi!”

“Shush, you. Any-ways, I’ve hogged you long enough, I should go check up on my kids. Take care of yourself, okay?” He patted CJ’s shoulder with a wink and called behind him as he walked off. “And tell wet napkin me I said hi, yeah?”

“Wh- wet napkin?”

A near identical Leo (minus the stickers and dad robe but plus massive eyebags, a prosthetic arm and a tearstained mask)  started rushing towards CJ with the speed of an apex predator.

“Oh, fucking Christ.”

[nani-nonny]

Between You and Me and Him

Peepaw interview p.3 yippeee! As usual, the peepaws are chucked into their own separate rooms for the entire interrogation interview. Sit them on rickety, old metal foldable chairs that will ruin their backs :D (their answers will reflect where they currently are in their stories, so no spoilers hehe)

Let us begin!

Q1: After the "I'm Blue" events or "getting kidnapped to another apocalypse" event, what were your thoughts about Old Timer (Reunion) and Achilles (LCD), and did something change after your mission?

DMD:

The slider crosses his arms over his chest and leans back in his chair. He looks around, a look of familiarity across his expression. “Haven’t been here in a while… it was nice being away. But about your question… Is that what you call it? ‘I’m Blue’?”

His finger taps on his prosthesis as he thinks back to the week he spent in another timeline. Once he found his answer, the tapping stops but his expression had darkened. “Old Timer… he’s a sneaky bastard, always holding back information because he feels like it. But he’s familiar… and it’s annoying because I know why it’s familiar. It’s like Mom had raised him, he’s a lot like her in a lot of ways.”

And Achilles?

DMD’s expression turns sour and he glares at the ground. It’s easy to tell from his expression he’d rather not speak of Achilles, but he complies with a short reply. “I still don’t like him.”

He looks up and adds, “Is the bastard here? I’d like to have a word with him.”

WDS:

He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms at the mention of Achilles. “Why bother with that guy? There’s no helping him, he’s a lost cause. Mention him around me and there will be a blood bath, I make no promises on ‘playing nice’ even if Old Timer is around. Speaking of, the old guy… he creeps me out. And still does even though I haven’t seen him since. It feels like he always watching me, even Mikey can feel it. But he can’t tell me how.”

For (A)PAF: Q1: If Draxum said he would take Lou off your hands since F!Draxum had her and/or made her... Would you allow that?

(A)PAF:

The slider is still looking around, bewildered at his new surroundings and unsure of how to react. He hasn’t taken his seat or moved from the doorway, despite the door closed behind him. But even more confusion riddles his mind once the question finally seeps through his ears. “Lou? Who’s Lou—Wait,” he storms forward and crashes into the chair. He fumbles his words as he asks, “Draxum made her…? The baby?! The baby’s name is Lou—?”

I think that’s enough time with that question. We don’t want to spoil the surprise for our new contender :D

Q2: Ever thought of putting Baby Lou in kindergarten once she reaches the age to attend one?

(A)PAF:

He points a finger forward, pushing the chair aside as he shouts, “You’re not going to pass that question like nothing happened! You know who the baby’s name—you know how she came to be. Tell me—.”

Oopsie, more spoilers. Let’s move on :)

For WDS: If you by chance, end up so drunk you’re unable to move, would your ghost brothers be able to help guide your body home or would they be just loud, annoying voices in your head?

WDS:

He noticeably relaxes in his chair, more than pleased with the subject change and he hums to himself before coming to an answer. “Currently… no? At least,” he rubs his tympana with a disturbed look on his face and continues, “That’s what Mikey says. He says ‘there’s a lot to be revealed’, or something like that. I don’t know, he’s being really sneaky at the moment.” He shrugs before snapping his hand to his chest, a surge of electricity coursing to his fingertips from the touch. “Whoa, that’s new…”

Welcome back, LCD, it’s been a while. We have a few questions for you…

Q1: Have the kids (Leo, CJ and possibly the others) tried delivering food to you on a daily basis? You know, because they're worried about you?

LCD, as always, refuses to sit in his chair. His arms are crossed and he stands behind the chair, ready to leave when he prefers. It’s amazing he’s back in the room without much of a fight. Upon hearing the question, his response is short, “No. Only Leo and CJ come to the Hidden City, and it’s for sightseeing.”

Q2: Are you planning on spending the rest of your life in the Hidden City as a vigilante? Not to be rude but... You would miss so many things being away from the kids for so long. Time doesn’t wait for anyone…

His brow rises and his eyes narrow as the corner of his mouth twitches. “I don’t see why I have to answer you. My life doesn’t revolve around the Hamatos anymore.”

Answer the question.

His eye twitches and his hand slowly lowers for a sword that isn’t there. His hand grips tightly over nothing before he responds coldly, “I don’t plan on playing a ‘vigilante’ forever. But I don’t plan on leaving any time soon.”

Okay… good enough.

Now, Reunion, we have some questions for you.

Q1: Why don’t you tell the kids things about the future? For example: pointing out that a threat would come in a certain date...etc. Is there any reason?

Reunion is standing off to the side, staring closely at a wall before poking it. He leans close to the tip of his finger for a better view as he runs his chin. He turns his focus after hearing the question, then walks over to the chair to sit. He looks around once more before saying, “Nothing new about this place? I thought it wasn’t happening for so long because of renovations… oh, right, the question. It’s simple. My future isn’t their future. Warning them about an incoming danger would get them paranoid about something that may never come. I’m from a future destroyed by the Krang after decades of war. They prevented the war. They’re on a completely different time branch than mine, maybe not even on the same tree anymore.”

His expression softens for a moment, a sense of guilt riddling his expression as he adds, “I can’t warn them for something that I don’t know about.”

Hmmm… how about:

Q2: Ever thought of making dimension comms to the kids instead of opening the gate multiple times to visit and check? Not to be rude, but if I’m not wrong, opening the portal all the time hurts your brothers, no?

He whistles with amusement and leans back in his chair, tilting the front legs off the ground. “Good question, good question… better question is: do you know how difficult it is to make those? The more time passes, the farther our branches grow. Sooner or later, we won’t be able within reach anymore. And by then, those very expensive and time-consuming devices will be worthless.”

He nearly falls off his chair and lands back on the floor with a heavy scrape. He prostrates himself and gives a nervous laugh before clearing his throat. “Look, I’d love to do it, but making those devices would put more danger on those kids. I have enemies that I dont want to risk introducing the kids to, and having those devices will offer a link to a different time that they can take advantage of. Believe me, if there was a different option, I’d take it in a heartbeat. But…” He deflates slightly and mumbles, “Things aren’t as easy as they used to be.”

Okay everyone, except (a)paf, one question for you all!

What are your thoughts of APAF and Baby Lou in general?

DMD:

DMD leans forward to rest his chin in his hand, propping his elbow in his lap. He thinks for a moment before answering, “I haven’t met the baby. But I noticed the new Leo in passing… he looked stressed? Has his story ended yet? And a baby? Does he have a child?”

Reunion:

Reunion jumps up, a significant pop sounds from his knees in his excitement. “Oh, I saw them. His baby is an adorable, sweet little girl with the biggest eyes. She knows so much behind those little eyes, and I wish I could say more but… what’s the fun in that?”

LCD:

“There’s a baby?”

WDS:

He perks in his chair, slapping his hands over his tympanum and leaning over in the chair as if in pain. “Shut up, guys, please!”

After a short second, he rises, rubbing his tympanum and finally responds. “My siblings share more excited than they should be. But we haven’t seen anything. Mikey is trying to get some intel.” He leans in to whisper, “Is it his baby? He actually fuc—!”

Let’s remain somewhat decent… Thank you for sending questions for the peepaws!

[fernsnailz]

please i have to know the turbo tails lore

bitcoin i can assure you there’s no fucking way you’re ready for what’s about to unfold in this lore post

i’m willing to talk about the turbo tails lore because it gives me the chance to explain my favorite panel from ALL of archie sonic:

below is over 2,000 words worth of turbo tails lore. don't say i didn't warn you lol

TL;DR: a convoluted prophecy, a cryptic grandpa, and a single lost backpack make turbo tails one of the strangest things to come out of archie sonic

THE TURBO TAILS LORE.

note: any time i say “it’s actually really simple!” in this explanation please know i’m saying it with the thickest tone of sarcasm and bitterness known to man

we gotta start wayyyy back in early archie sonic - specifically, at the tails miniseries. these issues follow tails as he travels alone to a place called “downunda” (aka the archie sonic equivalent of australia), where he helps the freedom fighters there defeat some badniks terrorizing their home.

tails’ journey is sparked by his own desire to become a hero and the frustration he feels when the rest of the freedom fighters treat him like a little kid. in the first part of the miniseries, we see a comic that tails makes about him becoming a superhero called “captain super foX-MAN” (the writers did a lot of comic references in early archie sonic).

when tails gets to downunda, however, he becomes injured and finds himself in the bottom of a crater. here, he meets an oldass echidna named athair. this dude is one of knuckles’ (many) relatives, and hopefully the only one i ever have to talk about

athair’s main character trait is that he’s cryptic as hell. nothing he says makes any fucking sense, but is treated as all-important because… he says it is. he’s gonna be relatively important through all of this, so we gotta keep peepaw around.

athair takes tails further into the comet and introduces him to some guys called the ancient walkers. you might think, “hey, are those just dinosaurs wearing masks?” and. yeah that’s exactly what they are

the ancient walkers are pagan dinosaurs that discovered the chaos emeralds and developed some sort of immortality and futuristic vision because of them. or. something like that

so what the hell does this have to do with tails? well, the ancient walkers speak of a prophecy: a chosen one who will realign the chaos emeralds for a “higher purpose,” and cause something called the great harmony.

we won’t be getting to THAT for a WHILE tho

after his adventure in downunda, the next important thing to cover is sonic, tails, and knuckles’ battle against a dude called mammoth mogul.

for simplicity’s sake, the main things you need to know about mogul is that:

he’s immortal and really old

he wants to take over the universe

he has a chaos emerald embedded in his chest

he’s ALSO going to be very important

i don't like him he’s really boring

at this point, mammoth mogul has stolen a bunch of power from another villain called enerjak (LONG story), and has used it to transform into his own sort of “super” form called master mogul.

mogul really wants to fight the sonic gang so he can use the three of them to take over the world, and this is what his vision of that looks like LMAO

sonic and knuckles go into their super and hyper forms respectively, but even the two of them can’t take down mogul. however, a mysterious caped hero shows up to help - TURBO TAILS.

turbo tails's design is in reference to the superhero tails was drawing at the beginning of his miniseries, captain fox-man. this is turbo tails' first official appearance, and he’s able to fight off mogul where BOTH super sonic and hyper knuckles couldn’t. kid’s strong.

once they defeat mogul, they trap his ass in the master emerald. however, note this all takes place before the comic’s adaptation of sonic adventure 1. and if you know SA1, you know that stuff inside the master emerald gets OUT of it eventually. and oh boy you’ll never guess who gets out of the emerald when eggman eventually destroys it

however, we’re not worrying about that right now. in the next bit we’re covering, tails is at SCHOOL! however, he’s lost his backpack and needs to find it. oh no!!!

but before he can find it -

athair teleports into the school, says tails is needed for something (but doesn’t say what), then teleports tails away.

BRO DIDN’T EVEN FIND HIS BACKPACK HE HAS GEOMETRY CLASS IN FIVE MINUTES

this specific teleportation will be really important later.

athair takes tails to angel island where he wants tails to… fight knuckles. i guess. currently, knuckles is stuck in a state called “chaos knuckles,” where he’s green, confused all the time, and really strong. homeboy’s going through it

before tails can really do a lot, he gets knocked out by some falling rubble, and ghost athair does nothing to help. have i mentioned that athair kinda sucks?

athair then takes tails to our favorite guy - tails’ uncle, merlin prower! merlin is a wizard and that’s all you need to know right now. athair wants merlin to wake up tails so he can go and fight knuckles, but merlin is FUCKING PISSED!! and reasonably so.

imagine. some oldass dude teleports into your house, hands your unconscious nephew to you, and then goes “hey can you fix him? i need him to fight the hulk.” like?? HE’S BUT A MERE LAD!

merlin is kinda right - tails has been dragged into echidna family drama for no reason other than athair seems to be out of ideas. and since tails' parents are gone, merlin's nephew is the only family he seems to have left.

unfortunately, merlin can’t find a way to argue with athair’s “we gotta do it for reasons i can’t explain” argument, and brings back our boy turbo tails.

however, turbo tails gets his ass kicked.

(side note: from here on out, turbo tails' cape is red. i don't know why that's just how it is)

when merlin goes back to his unconscious nephew (again), athair searches turbo tails’ mind to figure out why he got his ass kicked so bad. and the explanation is actually really simple!

this turbo tails is actually a duplicate of tails and the original tails is just. somewhere we don’t know.

so. yeah what the fuck

neither of them know how tails was duplicated or where this one came from. athair’s solution to this is just “let’s not tell anybody.” great job peepaw you really solved that one

after this, tails 2 just kinda keeps living his life without knowing he’s a duplicate of the original. however, he starts having nightmares about a weird, mysterious cave. when he and sonic eventually find this cave, they find the original turbo tails, trapped in a stasis.

and then, guess who shows up in the cave!! oh boy it’s everyone’s favorite character mammoth fucking mogul!!!!!

mogul explains the tails duplicate thing, and it’s actually really simple!

you know that one time athair teleported into tails’ school and kidnapped him while he was trying to find his backpack? yeah, so mogul basically kidnapped tails while he was being teleported, replaced him with a duplicate he created that was identical to the real tails, then placed the real turbo tails into stasis so he could harvest his power, thus regaining his original power before he was trapped in the master emerald.

do you see why i was dreading talking about turbo tails?

sonic fights mogul off, but tails 2 is kinda going through it. i don’t know how, but mogul made a duplicate that was near PERFECT, and tails 2 still has all of the original tails’ memories, emotions, and bonds. so when tails 2 disappears… it’s strangely tragic?

and then they just kinda move on lol

the original tails is released and returns to living his life, but unfortunately his life is kinda not so great at the moment. he just learned that his parents are alive on an alien planet (read THIS lore dump for more context), he’s part of this weird confusing prophecy he doesn’t understand, and he’s frustrated that he isn’t allowed to know about this great prophecy that directly affects HIS life.

and when tails confronts peepaw athair about this, athair does this.

good riddance

in the next issue, sonic and tails are visited by an alternate universe version of sonic called zonic, who serves as a sorta time cop that watches over the multiverse to make sure no one is messing with the space time continuum.

that’s obviously a bit to unpack, so here’s the main stuff you need to know:

the multiverse exists and is very important in archie sonic

all of the alternate universes and dimensions are called “zones”

the sonic and tails of the main story are called the “prime” versions, basically meaning they’re the true canon of the entire multiverse.

i don’t want to explain the existence of zonic rn. just know that he stands on things sideways

zonic is freaking out a little bit because someone’s in the process of destroying the entire multiverse, but he can’t figure out who. however, he heard about this weird “chosen one” prophecy thing, and he thinks that tails might be able to help.

while with zonic, tails and prime sonic realize that the person destroying the universe is our favorite guy mammoth fucking mogul, who collected enough power from the turbo tails he had in stasis and chaos knuckles (who he fought at a different time) to become all powerful enough to destroy the universe. plus, weird spacetime shenanigans are happening because knuckles died and was then resurrected (don’t ask), which kinda threw off the balance of the multiverse.

the prime bros and zonic are starting to run out of time, but zonic has a plan (sorta). see, he hoped that tails could help somehow, but he didn’t know WHICH tails across the multiverse would be the chosen one.

so he recruited ALL of them.

tails, knowing that he’s the chosen one and all that jazz, tries to fight the universe destroying god form mammoth mogul alone. this obviously does not work, so the rest of the tails and sonic come to his aid.

however, when sonic is injured in the fight, tails is convinced that he died. in his anger, he’s able to fulfill his destiny and converge with every single version of himself across the multiverse, becoming…

TITAN TAILS.

"YOU WILL NOT" is one of my favorite reaction images

titan tails might be one of the most powerful characters in all of sonic canon, as he’s able to defeat a universe-destroying mammoth mogul in a matter of seconds.

me when my energies are pulled away lol

with mammoth mogul defeated (again), titan tails uses his power to return the world back to the status quo and imprison mogul in yet another emerald.

so that’s the end of the prophecy, right? that’s all the chosen one jazz, and titan tails was a result of the great harmony?

well, no.

if you look back at that prophecy from the original tails miniseries, it never mentions anything about the multiverse. instead, it only mentions the chaos emeralds realigning for a higher purpose, brought about by the chosen one. so what’s all that about?

this brings us back to tommy turtle.

after the events of titan tails, an eggman AI named A.D.A.M. learns of the chosen one prophecy and the great harmony of chaos emeralds. A.D.A.M. has been working behind the scenes of a LOT of various plots as a figure named Anonymous, where he was working on a greater master plan to become an all powerful being. and man, that chosen one prophecy that speaks of realigning EVERY chaos emerald in the universe? that sounds promising.

i talked about A.D.A.M.’s plan a little more in my tommy turtle lore dump, but the basics of it is that he kidnaps both shadow and tails in order to use their super forms to cause the great harmony mentioned in the prophecy. through using super shadow’s chaos control, he can open up doorways through spacetime to summon them all. however, the emeralds won’t arrive unless he has the chosen one - turbo tails.

using both of them, A.D.A.M. summons every emerald in the universe, of which there are a LOT. in archie sonic, the chaos emerald lore is that each planet has a bunch of chaos emeralds, but only of one color. for example, the emeralds on mobius (sonic’s world) are all green, while the rest of the colors all originate from different alien planets.

so, with every emerald summoned, thus begins the great harmony and the end of the prophecy from the classic tails miniseries.

once super shadow and turbo tails are freed, they work together to finally complete the prophecy: realigning all of the chaos emeralds by placing them in the zone of silence, which is kinda like the distortion world of sonic lore. basically, they’re putting them in storage and out of reach because the writers didn't want to deal with a bajillion chaos emeralds anymore.

after the great harmony, the archie sonic chaos emeralds return to a form that are similar to that of the games - there are only seven, one of each color. thus ends the prophecy, the chosen one’s purpose, and the turbo tails lore.

and that's it! turbo tails never shows up in archie sonic again, and will likely never appear in any piece of sonic canon ever again. and really, there’s only one question i have after revisiting all of this again.

where the FUCK is tails’ backpack??????

[goosewriting]

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🔵 Leonardo (# rotmnt leo x reader)

⚡️one last chance: after sending Casey through the portal back in time, Leo ends up accidentally falling through it as well ↳ Navigation: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

⚡️ you, me and the apocalypse: after Cassandra’s death, reader is left with a kid to take care of

🥀 blorbos and unresolved feelings: reader is sad after their favourite character died in their show

🥀 when he was gone: reader sees Leo stay back in the prison dimension as the portal closes and thinks he’s gone for good

🌸 baskets and bruises: reader gets surprisingly competitive in a basketball match with the turtles

🎉🌸 destiny: Leo saves reader from a creep and they start talking

🎉🌸 when in doubt, use a one-liner: even after being flung through the air, reader still has jokes; Leo is not amused

🎉🌸 in your arms: falling asleep on opposite sides of the bed and waking up in each other’s arms

🎉🌸 when realisation hits you (literally): Leo confesses to reader after a tiring day

🎉🥀 prove them wrong: the turtles find out reader is Big Mama’s kid

🌸 stripes: reader is insecure about their stretch marks and Leo comforts them with smooches

🎉🌸 worth the trouble: reader gets into a fight for a rare figurine and arrives all scratched up at the lair

🎉⚡ run away: Leo has to leave reader behind when fighting a monster

🥀 falling for you: reader falls into the rottmnt world and comes across the turtle brothers ↳ Navigation: Part 1 | Part 2

🌸 be my valentine: the turtles set a plan in motion so Leo can ask out reader on valentine’s day

🔷 Future Leonardo (# future leo x reader)

peepaw date: date night with future!Leo where you both have a lil too much wine

🔴 Raphael (# rottmnt raph x reader)

🎉🌸 ferris wheel: good ol' ferris wheel trope that ends in a smooch

🎉🥀 please stay: reader is having a bad day and falls asleep on Raph’s shoulder

🎉🥀 don't go: reader is about to go on a date, but Raph stops them

🎉🌸 in love with you: Raph ends up staying the night at reader’s place and confessing

🎉🌸 partners in crime: Raph helps reader steal a jewel; turns out it was a gift for him

🎉🌸 a very special mission: Raph gets a crush on reader and April sets up a meeting

🟠 Michelangelo (# rottmnt mikey x reader)

🎉🌸 stolen glances: reader discovers Mikey’s drawings of them

🎉🌸 caught in the rain: Mikey grabs reader’s hand to escape the rain

🎉🌸 fake it till you make it: a stranger makes reader uncomfortable, so Mikey intervenes by saying he’s the boyfriend

🎉🌸 vanilla extract: Mikey and reader bake cookies together, but reader is really bad at it

🎉⚡ if i never see you again: reader got captured by Big Mama; Mikey gets to see you one last time

🟣 Donatello (# rottmnt donnie x reader)

🌸 sing like no one’s watching: Donnie catches reader singing the library song

🎉🥀 finding you: Donnie visits reader after they get rescued from being kidnapped

🎉🌸 i see you: reader wants to impress Donnie, which leads to a confession

🎉🌸 storms and sleepovers: Donnie offers to braid reader’s hair after he sleeps over because of a storm

🎉🥀 oh, the irony: Donnie finally understands why he doesn’t want you to go on a date with someone else

🎉🥀 protect you: reader shields Donnie with their body to protect him

🎉⚡ almost gone: Donnie remembers how readily you would have sacrificed yourself for him

🎉🌸 drunk on your love: reader gets back to the lair drunk and ends up confessing to Donnie

🎉🌸 worth the trouble: reader gets into a fight for a rare figurine and arrives all scratched up at the lair

🌸 you kissed me just to kiss me: Donnie’s kiss takes reader by surprise

🐢 All 4 x reader (separate) (tagged with all four)

🌸 my name looks good on you: reader gifts turtle a bracelet with their name on it

🌸 just a little tipsy, i swear: reader gets drunk and clingy

🌸 taking the lead: first kiss with the turtles

🥀 bad day, like, the worst: turtles comfort reader after a really bad day

🌸 i couldn’t help but notice you’re staring: the turtles keep catching a stranger stealing glances at them all night

🌸 baby: (# the turtle baby saga) turtle babies suddenly appear in the lair, and they look suspiciously a lot like your turtle bf ↳ Versions: Leo | Raph | Donnie | Mikey

🥀 ace of spades: reader is asexual and is confronted with some questions/situations

🌸 unexpected presents: reader can't help but tear up/cry when receiving a gift from their turtle boyfriend

🌸 my eyes are up here: headcanons for the turtles with a very tall reader

🌸 by your side: reader is in awe and mushy about being the turtle’s S/O

🌸 prom night, plan B: reader got stood up for prom and goes to the lair instead, looking extremely fly

🌸 rooftops and confessions: reader overhears turtle talking to April about his crush on them