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unseededtoast · 9 months

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Masterlist

This is a masterlist of my works I've posted so far! As of right now, all of my fics/oneshots are cross-posted on AO3 and Wattpad if you prefer those formats!

I apologize in advance for an inconsistent upload schedule; my job is quite time demanding. But I am thankful for your patience, and I try my hardest to make the waits worthwhile.

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Joel Miller

Turtle Doves:

Summary: In which two broken souls connect so deeply, that if one should perish, the other would surely die of a broken heart. Updates every weekend.

Bucky Barnes

Rectify:

Summary: I've lived every day for the past five years looking over my shoulder. I knew they'd come for me, it was inevitable. I was foolish to think I could outrun my past. It's followed me everywhere I go, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Never would I have anticipated that the shadows would lead me to the light.

Antedate: Prequel to Rectify

Summary: Sometimes making the right decision feels like the wrong one. That decision can stick with you for years and leave you wondering what would happen if you had chosen something else. But the alternatives likely lead to a much darker path; you'll never know for sure though. One thing is for certain, the decisions I have made will have lasting consequences.

Spencer Reid

All works are Reid x F! Reader

Oneshots:

See How It Shines:

Summary: In which you leave the Quantico office for your "dream job" only to find you lost much more than you gained. Based off Hozier's song "Abstract"

One Bright Morning:

Summary: After the most traumatic experience of your life, Spencer guides you through the darkness to one bright morning that changes everything between the two of you. Based off Hozier's song "First Light"

Light As A Feather:

Summary: The gravity of your job begins getting to you, and you come to realize you've forgotten how beautiful life can be. And one tranquil night, it's like Spencer is able to lift the weight and makes you feel light as a feather. Based off Hozier's song "I, Carrion (Icarion)".

We'll Be Alright:

Summary: In which you discover that the line between love and hate is quite fine. Your actions are done out of love, but they only make you hate yourself more and more. Inspired by "Fine Line" by Harry Styles

Begin Again:

Summary: In which things abruptly ended between you and Spencer, and you’ve never been able to reconcile your emotions over the relationship, or losing him. When presented a second chance on a silver platter, you’re grateful for the chance to begin again. Based off Hozier’s song “All Things End”.

I’ve Got My Eye On You:

Summary: A piece of Spencer Reid died the day Tobias Hankle kidnapped and tortured him. Seeing your friend in desperate need of help, you take it upon yourself to keep an eye on him and help him every step of the way. Inspired by “Say Yes To Heaven” by Lana Del Rey.

When Was It Over?:

Summary: You had suspicions that another woman was receiving Spencer’s affections, and one night your worst fears are confirmed. Heartbroken, you try to move on but find yourself contemplating when things went wrong, and when it was all over. Inspired by “Is It Over Now?” By Taylor Swift

I'd Wait For You:

Summary: In which you find that a broken engagement leads you to the love of your life. Inspired by “J’s Lullaby” by Delaney Bailey.

Thin Air:

Summary: In which you realize how much you lost when you accepted a new job, and that you may be destined to only share fleeting moments with the one who has your heart.

Multi-Parts:

1.Shadow of Obsession:

Summary: In which you find that love is an obsession that can quickly spiral out of control. Multi-part series

(Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four)

2. I Stayed There:

Summary: After an eye-opening case, Spencer realizes that his job puts you in too much danger. Loving you too much to put you in harm's way, he does the only thing he can think of that would ensure your safety. Years pass by slowly, and neither you nor Spencer are able to move on. Inspired by “Right Where You Left Me” by Taylor Swift. (Part 1/2)

Take My Hand:

Summary: In which almost a decade later unlikely paths cross again, with little time to make big decisions. What once was broken can be mended, and the past can be forgiven. Frozen hearts can be reignited and destined souls can become one again. But only if given the chance. Inspired by “Right Where You Left Me” and “Willow” by Taylor Swift. (Part 2/2)

3. Glimpse Of Us:

Summary: After a painful breakup, you and Spencer try and move on, but find yourselves seeking out each other in different people. Inspired by "Glimpse Of Us" by Joji. (Part 1/2)

All I Know:

Summary: Five years after leaving Spencer Reid, it seems that fate might have given you a second chance. Inspired by "Everything Has Changed" by Taylor Swift/Ed Sheeran (Part 2/2)

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formula1fanfiction · 6 months

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Charles Leclerc / Pierre Gasly / George Russell

Title: sweet little victories

Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Pierre Gasly / George Russell

Characters: Charles Leclerc, Pierre Gasly, George Russell

Prompt: George and Charles comfort Pierre after his podium at Zandvoort. As part 3 of what happened between Gasly/Russell and Russell/Leclerc earlier. Bottom Pierre

"Surprise baby." Pierre gasps in shock as he opens his hotel room door and finds Charles and George? already waiting for him. George is sat awkwardly on the bed, his huge legs taking up most of the room. Charles on the hand is practically beaming and jumping up and down on his feet, which means he has something planned, and that plan clearly involves him and George as well.

"I know he fucked you in Miami, then I fucked him in Italy and I thought it was about time we came together-" George cuts Charles off, appearing behind him and putting a hand on his shoulder. "About time we came together and celebrated your podium."

"Yes, to celebrate your podium." Charles beams as if he had forgotten." Pierre shuffles from one foot to the other very confused. "Celebrate my podium?" Charles takes Pierre by the hand and aggressively pulls him into a hug, wrapping his arms around his neck and whispering into his ear. "So what do you want to do?"

"We could double penetrate him." George says from somewhere behind Charles, clearly feeling left out. Charles nearly chokes on his breath seeing the lust in Pierre's eyes. "That's not possible, you only see that in porn."

"It most certainly is possible, I speak from experience." George wraps his arms around Pierre's neck and rests his head on his shoulder. "So what do you think Pierre?" The Frenchman shivers from the kisses George is leaving on his neck. "Fuck, please."

"Who double penetrated you, I don't think it's possible." Charles asks coming out of his trance. "Alex and Lewis." George shrugs "And they aren't what you would call small."

"Please, can we at least just try?" Pierre moans sounding much more slutty than he intended but Charles has had him begging for his cock before and clearly George his participated in extremely kinky activities before, so he can't find it in himself to care.

"Course baby it is you we are celebrating but if it gets too much i'm putting a stop to it." Charles watches the look of irritation on George's face as he removes Pierre's team jersey and neatly laying it on the back of the chair. "I'm obviously not going to hurt him, Charles."

"Why don't we get this thing started?" Pierre gently nudges Charles away from him and uses the time to push down his underwear and jeans with one swift move and frees his already hard cock from it cotton prison. "Why don't you get on your hands and knees on the bed?" Charles asks grabbing the bottle of lube from his bag.

"I'm going to open him up." Charles raises his eyebrow at George. "I don't trust you do it." Charles tosses his Ferrari jersey onto the floor and settles himself behind Pierre and lubes up his fingers.

"Are you just going to stare at me George or are you going to come over?" Pierre's question comes out breathy because Charles had chosen that moment to sink the first finger inside. George doesn't waste a single second and climbs up onto the bed with them.

"Such a shame." George wraps his hand around Pierre's cock it's huge and heavy in his hand. "I'd love to feel this inside of me." Pierre's eyes are unfocused, Charles has two fingers inside now and it's easily thrusting them in and out of him. "Stop being slutty George, maybe if you did something worthwhile for a change we could celebrate you." Charles snaps while adding a third finger.

George feels like a spectator these two are clearly in love with each other, it almost feels like he's intruding. He continues to stroke Pierre's cock anyway, using his pre cum as lube.

"Don't worry George, i'll make you feel so good." George is confused, when did Charles finish? He doesn't even have time to remove his clothing but Pierre is straddling him. His pupils are dilated with lust and his hand shakes as he takes George's cock out of his pants. "Fuck, Pierre." George moans and places his hand on Pierre's hip for support.

Charles sits beside George's head and watches as Pierre sinks down onto George's cock, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he reaches the hilt with one swift move. Pierre throws his head back, hands gripping tightly onto George's shoulder, clenching and unclenching around George's cock as he gets used to the feeling. Charles watches George's knuckles turn white from how hard he's squeezing Pierre's hips as the Frenchman slowly starts to ride him.

"Pierre," Charles calls out and Pierre moans and his eyes snap open. "Are you fine?" Pierre nods rising the whole way up, only to sink back down onto George again, both of them crying out in pleasure.

"I'm so proud of you." Charles cups Pierre's stubbled jaw and presses a kiss onto his mouth, it takes Pierre a minute to catch up but he soon starts kissing back, their tongues battling for dominance. George is starting to feel a little left out again, so he thrusts up extra hard making him moan into Charles' mouth. "Fuck."

"Tell me what you need me to do baby." Charles pulls away from Pierre's mouth, who is panting heavily. "Your fingers, I need you inside me Charles, please your fingers first."

"Anything for you baby." Charles circles Pierre's rim where he's already stretched wide around George. Charles' cock is much bigger than George's and he's still not sure how they are both going to fit but there is nothing he won't try for Pierre.

Charles grabs the bottle of lube and pours a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and pushes the first digit inside. "Charles..." Pierre pants, stalling his pace. "feels so good.

"You're doing so well." George soothes, rubbing circles into Pierre's hip as Charles sinks a second finger inside, pulling a ragged breath from Pierre. "It feels so good I promise." George distracts Pierre by kissing him as Charles adds a third finger and starts thrusting them in and out of him.

"I'm ready Charles, please." Pierre pants into George's mouth. "Are you sure?" George asks feeling nervous, he's still not sure how this is possible. "Please Charles, I need it."

There is just nothing Charles won't give to Pierre but he still feels a little hesitant as he climbs over George's massive legs. "If you need to stop, please just say." Pierre chuckles. "That won't happen but i'll tell you okay?" Charles nods. "Okay, then lets stuff you up."

George grunts as Charles pushes Pierre onto him, he manages to catch him and peppers little kisses across is slack mouth as Charles nudges the head of his cock against Pierre's hole.

"I'm going to start Pierre." is the only warning before he feels the pressure against him, for a moment he thinks Charles' huge cock won't fit but the head slides inside much easier than he expected. Pierre moans a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"It will start to feel good soon, I promise." George slides his hands down Pierre's body and spreads his ass open, giving Charles much easier access. Pierre braces himself, his breaths coming out in slow pants.

"Charles." Pierre grunts in a pained whine. "P, are you okay? Do you want me to stop?" Charles stars but Pierre cuts him off. "I'm fine, keep pushing." Charles does as he told, giving Pierre an inch at a time until he's all the way inside. Charles feels dizzy from Pierre's vice like grip around him.

Pierre is breathing heavy and ragged, his eyes remain closed. "Fuck this hurts so much." Pierre laughs. "I feel so stretched open, I don't think i've ever been so full." George's hand is softly rubbing is lower back in soothing circles as Charles peppers kisses over his sweaty neck, giving him all the time he needs to adjust.

"I'm ready." Pierre pants to no one in particular, letting himself go completely limp against George's sweaty body. George remains completely still as Charles slowly starts to move.

George remains mostly quiet, Charles is the one controlling the pace filling Pierre with slow deep thrusts, George himself starts move, just barely just enough to let Pierre knows he's there while kissing Pierre through every thrust.

"I can take more." Pierre whimpers into George's mouth as the Brit spreads him wider, George speeds up to meet Charles pace, both filling up with deep thrusts, sending him wild with pleasure. Pierre bites down on George's shoulder desperately, his achingly hard cock is trapped against George's stomach and rubs against his skin.

Pierre tries to arch up his thrusts to meet Charles' now much harder thrusts but becomes overwhelming all too soon and instead just lays against George's chest, enjoying the way George quickens his pace to match Charles, both men filling him beautifully to the brim. Pierre can't do anything other than just lay there and enjoy the ride.

Charles pushes his head down onto George's chest and kisses the Brit. "What? I'm just a hole now?" Pierre laughs, watching the two of them kissing pushes him towards to point of no return, fuck it's so hot.

Pierre loses it first, the overwhelming feeling of being stretched to the brim and fucked hard is enough to push him over the edge, he screams as he comes spilling himself over George's body. They continue to fuck him hard through his orgasm, making sure to avoid overstimulation him as they search for their own orgasm.

George is the next to lose it, his fingers claw at Pierre's skin as he reaches the height of his orgasm and spills his load inside, he slips out instantly, letting Charles have his own moment with his boyfriend.

"Fuck, you're so hot, i'm so proud of you." Charles pulls Pierre back until he's sitting in his lap, his sweaty back pressed against Charles' chest. "You did you good today." Charles pants and fucks into Pierre with all his might, the sound of skin slapping against skin echo's around the bedroom.

"Think you can mange one more?" Charles wraps his hand around Pierre's once again hard cock and strokes him to the same pace as his thrusts, until they come together, Pierre blacks out from the force of his second orgasm as Charles spills inside of him, his cum mixing with George's.

"Is he okay?" George asks as Charles gently lays him on top of the bed covers. "I think he's fine."

George wipes the mess off Pierre's body with a damp wash cloth, which seems to be enough to wake him from his sleep.

"That was fucking amazing, I think I need to podium more often.

#Lets just pretend Brendon isn't there #charles leclerc #pierre gasly #george russell #formula 1 fanfiction #fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #mxm #fanfiction #formula 1 #formula one #mxm smut #mxmxm

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mysteryshoptls · 2 years

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SSR Azul Ashengrotto Union Birthday Personal Story: Part 1

"Happy Birthday"

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

[Octavinelle Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Azul: It's about time for the time-honored birthday interview to begin… However, it seems the presenter hasn't arrived yet.

Azul: Who possibly could have been chosen by the "Magical Birthday Dice"?

Azul: [sigh] …I do hope this will be worthwhile.

???: Excuuuuse me!

Ace: Azul-senpai, Happy Birthday! Your presenter is yours truly, Ace Trappola.

Azul: Ah, so you were the one chosen, I see. Thank you for your felicitations.

Ace: Man, I got so anxious when I heard I was gonna be your presenter. Thought it'd be suuuper hard to pick a present for you.

Azul: There was no need to fret so much. I would be perfectly happy simply receiving your well wishes.

Ace: Hahaha… Kinda feels like there's something hidden behind that smile, it's freakin' me out a little…

Ace: Anyway, putting that aside… I put a ton of thought into this present. Please accept this from me!

Azul: Why, thank you. Then, allow me to unbox it right away.

Azul: This is… a pillow? The silk cover is smooth to the touch. This elegant luster gives off such a high-quality feel.

Azul: The stuffing inside… has just the right level of softness to leave a palm imprint. This is urethane memory form, yes?

Ace: You really know your stuff, Azul-senpai. Can't believe you'd be able to tell that much just by touching it. Actually, I'm not that surprised at all, but still.

Azul: I've done research in this area before, back when I was selecting cushions for the chairs in the lounge.

Azul: If I recall, this type of material has the distinctive characteristic to conform to one's body. It may help relieve the stress on my neck and shoulders.

Ace: I think that was their slogan, yeah, but… wait, do you already use this kind of pillow?

Azul: Not at all. I don't have any particular attachments to a specific kind of pillow, so I simply use one that was recommended to me at the store.

Azul: To begin with, I had no need for a pillow in the Coral Sea, so I never realized pillows were that important for sleep.

Ace: Eh… Does that mean you never used a pillow until you came here? How did you sleep without one!?

Azul: Most often we use large shells, or the hollows of a conch shell as our beds.

Azul: It's impractical to use fluffy mattresses or pillows at the bottom of the ocean.

Azul: The first time I ever laid on a bed, I was startled by the sensation of my body sinking deeply into it. It took me quite some time to get used to it.

Ace: Wow… I guess there's more of a difference between life on land and the sea than I thought. I feel like if I slept on a hard shell, I'd be hurtin' all over the next morning.

Ace: But, based on what you said, I guess it wasn't a terrible present to give you.

Ace: I just thought that you're always so busy, Azul-senpai, it might be nice to have something to help with getting rid of any tiredness. Please sleep well using this pillow!

Azul: I see. How thoughtful of you to have chosen something to help refresh my fatigue.

Ace: At first, I thought maybe some kind of aromatherapy, or food or something could help to relax you too…

Ace: But everyone has different scents they like, and I felt like you would have a discerning palate, so I scrapped those ideas.

Azul: It seems you've got a better understanding of my tastes than I thought.

Azul: I've always been cautious of what I consume. I thank you for your kind consideration.

Azul: I'll put this pillow you chose for me to good use straight away, starting tonight.

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

Requested by @girl-in-the-tower. Japanese proofreading edits done by Dolce. English proofreading edits done by Starly.

#twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto #ace trappola #twst azul #twst ace #twst translation

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jsio · 3 years

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EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT

MILES PROWER, ANTI-TAILS

Moebius' true king.

Art by Arealscrog

Archie's wasted character

Who is Miles?

Miles Prower is the Anti equivalent of Tails, from Mobius Prime. He is afew years older, being 11 instead of 8 and much more mature. He still appears to possess Tails' youthful tenacity and desire for independence, but he has a violent rebellious attitude and shows no interest in holding himself to childish things, even though he's only 11 years old himself, hating the nickname "Tails" being an example.

Miles holds his younger counterpart in utter contempt for traits Miles sees as weaknesses, especially how Tails went down the path of Science and technology instead of his magical Chaos force heritage, implying that Miles went down a more mystical path instead of Science, but from what we see in the comic Miles is more in the political field, by that I mean he manipulates all the political aspects of Moebius.

His actions throughout the comic run make him out to be smart, picky, but also cold, calculating and always 5 steps ahead of his own team and Adversaries, this leading to Alicia making him the Suppression Squads leader behind the scenes, while she is the figurehead "ruler."

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That's Anti-Tails, Who throughout this I'll be reffering to as "Miles." Now you may be thinking, "Why make a post on an extremely obscure and hardly used Archie character? Why not someone Like Tails, Shadow or a more popular Archie character?"

Well, it's because I believe that Miles had the potential to be one of Archie's most intresting original characters, I believe he could've easily held his own "Suppression Squad" comic run, but Archie Unfortunately really underused him and wasted his potential, but hey...

That's where us fans come in!

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This post is All about Miles Canonical self, every canon fact I can find about him and his full story in his short run during Pre-Reboot Archie Sonic, and my own personal headcanons in the later post.

But...before I get into any the headcanons, I need to teach those who don't know him about him, I need to talk about his Canonical self..so, let's get into it. Headcanons will be in the follow up post.

Canonical Apprearnces.

(Reworded from the wiki)

First appearance

The first appearance of Anti-Tails was back when the character was just "Evil Tails" and it was of him joining the Anti Freedom fighters in an attempt to take over Mobius Prime, prior to the downfall of Eggman.

He and his evil allies pretended to be the good Mobius Prime versions, and struck knothole with acts of mayhem, vandalism and overall mischief, a common thing on moebius. The real Freedom Fighters soon returned to set things straight, but their initial attempts to defeat the Anti-Freedom Fighters failed as their Anti-Mobius selves knew their moves as well as they did. Sally Acorn came upon the solution: switching combat partners. When he faced Rotor, Evil Tails proved unable to overcome the larger and stronger Mobian. Defeated along with the other Anti-Freedom Fighters, he was sent back to Anti-Mobius, where they continued to cause mayhem despite the efforts of the kindly Dr. Ivo Kintobor (Anti-Robotnik) to stop them.

This was the last we saw Evil Tails for awhile, however we did see a cameo of him along with every other tails when they all came together and formed Titan Tails.

The Suppression Squad

Art by Pota on Pixiv

Some time passed before his next appearance, and in that time "Anti-Mobius" went through changes in its name, now "Moebius." And all the characters changed alongside it.

Miles had assisted Boomer in stealing Dr Kintober's goal posts in order to allow the Suppression Squad to have access to inter-dimensional travel. Scourge obviously took this opportunity and went straight to Mobius Prime, along with a few other members of the SS, Miles being one of them, and they attempted an assult on the Freedom HQ, where we see Miles' and Tails face off, with Miles declaring to not be referrd to as Tails or Anti-Tails, but instead just "Miles".

He also indicated his disgust at Tails for having chosen a path of Science and study, despite having a strong connection to "Chaos force", aka magic. This has led to people believing Miles himself is a magic user.

When Metal Sonic attacked Scourge, believing him to be the real Sonic, Miles stayed back and observed instead of helping his king. Now, you may think that's betrayal, but in reality Miles didn't help because he did not wish to undermine Scourges strength, so instead he observed. Soon after Sonic came onto the scene he showed his willingness to help anyone, even his enimies, and this gave Miles an idea:

Let's team up with the freedom fighters to betray Scourge, that's the new plan.

Miles later met up with Sally, Bunnie, Antonie and Tails to offer an alliance, but didn't let Tails speak and showed his contempt to the original version, telling him, "Please don't talk, little boy, We're trying to have an intelligent conversation." Sally accepted the offer, knowing she needed all the help she could get for taking down Scourge.

Upon returning to Scourge, pretending to be running from the freedom fighters, Scourge asked for a summary on his mission, that being "bomb New Metropolis" but Miles ignored him however, instead reporting to Alicia (Anti-Sally) that his mission was a success. Immediately thereafter, Alicia told the Suppression Squad to, "Show our King just what we think of him", with Boomer and Patch clearly readying for battle

However, Miles was doubling up his betrayal, blasting both Sonic and Scourge back into Moebius for them to Duke it out there, with Boomer sealing the portal behind them. An ethical debate followed this, between Sally, Alicia and Miles, the trio being ordered to get the goal posts ready to be able to return the freedom fighters to Mobius after both groups agreed to make sure Scourge was defeated on Moebius by Sonic

Miles was as shocked as the rest of the group to find Scourge had defeated all of his opponents as Super Scourge. When the rest of the Knothole Freedom Fighters and Suppression Squad were quickly defeated, Scourge turned his sights on Miles, identifying him as the mastermind behind the betrayal.

Miles, cowering in fear, denied his role in betraying Scourge, who was threatening to beat him for his betrayal. However, Miles was saved by Silver the Hedgehog and unlike the rest of his allies, wasn't even hurt. Following Scourge's defeat and Miles' attempt to recruit Buns Rabbot into the Suppression Squad, Miles spoke to Alicia about who would be their new leader. Alicia explained that while she may be the figurehead ruler, they both knew Miles held the real authority at this point, to which Miles grinned.

That was the last we see of Miles in the Archie comics, he unfortunately isn't in the post reboot because he's now owned by Ken Penders, so we'll never see him again. Below is all of his official designs, and after that is my final thoughts on the character.

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My overview of Miles as a character.

I'm no Character analysist so I'll make this short and sweet, my review of Miles is that he's a Character with alot of potential, but he went wasted, not on purpose, but thanks to the lawsuit.

I believe that if that lawsuit never happened, and that arc was closed up nicely Anti-Tails would of became a far more realistic and grounded Character, and probably pretty popular too. Miles to me is a kid who was manipulated into a life of crime and now believes that's what is right, and I think that could of been an arc for him, mellowing out and becoming a true king for the people of Moebius. I also like how when Scourge goes Super and goes to Miles to confront him, he dosent stand up to him, he dosent become strong, but instead he cowers in fear, hes terrified and tries to lie, to me, that makes him feel more grounded, and I like that.

Personally I wish Miles was more popular, I wish he got more spotlight than he did and I wish his story got concluded, but with what we got, I think he's pretty good, and pretty interesting too! I've seen alot of ideas float around for this dude, all of them making sense in they're on way, and to be honest? His lack of story kinda helps make him more accessible.

Tl:Dr: I like Miles alot, and I hope this post helps you lot learn more about him and overall, gets more people down to write with him, draw with him and explore him!

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Would I change him in any way?

Yeah, there's one key part of Miles (from what we got) that I think was wasted. Now, what is that? What would I change about a Character I've mostly praised? Well...

I wish he was magical. In the Archie comics Tails is actually strongly connected to the "Chaos Force", not as connected as Shadow, but still VERY connected, and guess what? Miles and Tails ARE biologically the same, same DNA, and in that bit of the comic, Miles calls Tails out on something he should have no idea about if he himself isn't connected to the same thing (or Moebius equivalent). To me at least this kind of implies Miles is magical too.

Basically, I'd give Miles' moveset a touch of magical abilities, connecting him to Moebius' "Anarchy force". I think it would help separate him abit more from Tails, while also connecting them, because whenever you have science and magic together...they clash.

But yea that's all I'd change in what we got, just hints of magic, some magic attacks here and there. I think it'd be pretty neat, and it'd have the science Vs magic aspect with him and Tails relationship.

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Lets finally wrap this up! At least, for now.

Thank you so much for reading all this If you did, it, this took me alot of hours, and I, I think it's over 2000 words now you madman. Why not spend your time doing something more worthwhile? Why not...have fun? meet someone? Go on a date? Live your life? Why read a post on an obscure Character, mainac.

But in all seriousness thank you for reading my post, I really like this character (clearly) and I want to teach people about him, and I hope this post has done that! Post 2. There's going to be a sequel post going over all of my personal headcanons, and possibly a 3rd going over community ones. Keep ya eyes out~

But yea, big read, now you lot know about an obscure Character, and this was fun to write! But now I'm gonna end this post with a fun fact:

Miles and the Suppression Squad were going to have one more arc, it was teased at the end of issue 196, but unfortunately it never got written. That would of been really neat but unfortunately it never got to happen.

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BON'VOYAGE, HEDGEHOGS!

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nervousladytraveler · 3 years

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More from "Duty" (Ch 2).

(NSFW!)

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“Why did you come with me? That night, after we left the party? Surely you knew what I had in mind?” Ross asked.

“Of course I did. You just about said the words,” Demelza laughed.

I want to undress you and take you to bed right now.

Or something like that. It was, in retrospect, a bit clumsily worded. He should have just told her he wanted to fuck her. Indelicate but direct. Still, she’d understood.

“But if that wasn’t a typical thing for you,” he tried again.

“Not my usual Thursday night routine, you mean?” she laughed

“I meant to go home with a man…”

“I recall it wasn't your home you took me too.”

“Demelza…” He stubbed out his cigarette and exhaled, but couldn’t help smiling. He was starting to see she liked teasing--or sparring. He also saw she was going easy on him.

“I knew what I wanted, if that's what you're asking. And yes, I'd made up my mind of what I wanted that night, before you and I danced together. Maybe earlier that month? When St. Stephen’s was bombed. It was the first time I truly felt afraid of dying, it was no longer in the abstract but very real. So I wanted to live--but not just stay alive. Experience life and all of it. Sounds daft, doesn’t it?” she explained.

“No, I understand. I think there’s probably thousands of people doing the exact same thing right now, here and behind enemy lines. It's a natural instinct,” he said.

“To create life when extinction looms? I should tell you, I wasn't looking to do that part. I should have taken better precautions...” She twisted her lips as she finished the sentence in her head.

“No, I should have...” He hung his head. “I swear I thought I hadn’t…” Now he dared to look her in the eye.

“Well that's water under the bridge, now, isn’t it, Ross?” she said breezily.

“I’d hardly dismiss it as inconsequential…” he sputtered.

“Another drink?” She clearly didn't want to talk about the predicament at that point.

“Yes, please but not if it’s your last…” He looked to the bottle to be sure. It was still more than half full and good stuff. He wondered where she’d gotten it. Or for whom? “Tell me, was I part of your plan? I mean, did you deliberately pick me…” he couldn’t resist asking.

“And all this time I thought you picked me, Ross?” She laughed again. “Well in truth there was a short list of the lads in our office who I thought could make it worthwhile.”

“Glad I made the cut,” he said sarcastically.

“Don't tell me I was the only woman you undressed with your eyes that night or whose bum your hand brushed when you were dancing. If it hadn’t been me you took back to that room in the Westbourne, it would have been someone else,” she shot back. “And I'm not even asking about the other women you've had in your life, Ross. Not your parade of affairs, not your quick interludes with hat check girls...not your wife.” Her eyes snapped.

It was a worthy retort although he’d never actually fucked a hat check girl. There’d been one years ago, at the Grill Room, whom he’d only drunkenly fondled whilst she reached into his trousers and offered some half-hearted tugs.

“But if you must know, I liked your hands best,” Demelza explained.

“My hands?” Ross stammered.

“Yes, when we danced, You held my hand and also my back--you were strong but gentle still. I thought it boded well that you could temper so much strength.”

As inexperienced as she was at that point, she’d known enough to suspect she’d be disappointed by half measures, tentative fingers, too much softness and all that. But she also didn't want someone who would run roughshod, get himself off, and not care for her pleasure--it was supposed to be about her after all.

And as she’d expected, Ross had been quite attentive.

“Do you like that? How does it feel for you?” he’d asked more than once as his palms and mouth traveled over all the terrain of her naked body. Even when inside her, he’d been responsive, listening to what she told him in her gasps and moans, slowing down when he sensed that was what she needed.

Since then she’d wondered if he’d truly cared about her enjoyment or if he was just maintaining the self-conception that he was a good lover. It was a role he seemed proud to play, that was important to him somehow. Perhaps by fooling himself that he cared about the women he bedded, he might keep the guilt at bay. Guilt that he was, after all, a married man and shouldn’t be caring about anyone’s pleasure other than that of Mrs. Poldark, wherever the hell she was.

But whatever drove Ross as a lover, Demelza had liked what she found with him. Very much in fact. And had it not been for the unfortunate yet totally foreseeable consequence of falling pregnant as a result, she would have been proud of her experiment in seduction. She still felt it a certain triumph.

She had chosen wisely.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Demelza asked from across the kitchen table. Her long finger absently rubbed out a trace of her lipstick from the rim of her tea cup. Her tea, forgotten or perhaps willingly abandoned, had grown cold.

“Maybe I wish I could go back,” Ross began then looked into his own drink, unable to withstand her piercing gaze. But why speak? Surely she must be able to read his thoughts.

“Back?”

“Back in time, to October, back to the Westbourne…” he said.

“And undo our night together?” she laughed.

“No, redo it. I want you again. Like that.”

“Even though…” she asked.

“Yeah,” he said and looked up again, “Even though.”

#poldark fanfiction #poldark modern au #ross poldark #demelza carne #wip wednesday #lucretiassister

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I'd love to know more about Thin White Lines--maybe some of Loki's POV, or a little about how they navigate everything with Loki bound to Steve?

OK, so here’s the first little bit, but just know you’ve prompted a full on sequel, which I am working on.

This starts immediately after Thin White Lines.

He knew that Steve had wanted to move slowly, to ease into thepossibility of a relationship, but if he thought they would be giventhe time and space for that, he’d been mistaken. At least, theyfound themselves thrown more closely together, ever since Thor’smisuse of magic he barely understood had led to Loki and Steve beingbound to one another.

Itwas an odd position to be in; so intimately tied to someone, asfeelings were beginning to develop between them. A prisoner and hisjailer- the sort of thing that maidens would be mocked for findingromantic, back in Asgard. Andyet… Steve was passing decent. Kind and good and gentle andconsiderate, and Loki knew he could have chosen worse.

Butthe transfer of the binding had thrown their neatly organizedschedules into turmoil. Itno longer made sense for Loki to live with Thor; the one with hisleash ought to be his most constant companion. Barton had argued thatpoint, he was told.

Stark,ironically, had risen to his defense in accusing Steve of misusingthe spell to manufacture Loki’s feelings for him. As if Steve werethe less deserving one, of the two of them. The funny thing was, Lokiknew if his power wasn’t bound against harming his master, he wouldhave been accused of the same.

Steveknew he hadn’t done so; the bond hadn’t transferred until afterthey had spoken of their mutual interest, but no one could properlyexplain the magic of the binding itself... so Loki had been made tocome in-- asked, by Steve, though he knew it was only a request outof politeness; there was no real option. He’d been brought beforeThe Avengers and made to explain the magic; had to assure them thatwhile the holder of the master end of the binding could command theother, could compel them to comply, it only lasted so long as theirfist was clenched and their will was focused on battling theprisoner’s own. Which, of course, then led to having to demonstrateit. Stevehad only begrudgingly asked him to do things-- sit down, stand up,turn away. Loki had obeyed, wanting it done and over with. He didn’tfight, didn’t resist. It wasn’t worth the pain and thehumiliation of letting the others see him fail.Andfinally, they seemed content.

Thormoved to the tower. Loki helped Steve to gather his belongings andreturned with him to his apartment.

“Ican take Thor’s room.” Loki offered, once they were alone. “Youcan have yours back, if you like.” He was tired, and he knew hesounded it.

Stevesat his bag down and reached out for him, pulling him into a hug. “Youwere great today.” He told him, which wasn’t an answer, but Lokiappreciated it just the same.

“Aslong as they will leave me be for a while, now. I do not like beingtreated as a curiosity. Or a threat. Though I know I am both to them,and little else.”Hedid not bother attempting to sound anything but resigned, and he sawthe way Steve frowned.

“Theyhaven’t given you a chance yet, haven’t gotten to know you.They’ll feel differently once they have. Don’t let it bother youtoo much. Here-- do you want to watch a movie or something? Get yourmind off of it?”

Lokisighed, not wanting to start an argument but knowing the Avengers hadlittle interest in ‘giving him a chance’.

“Ifit’s all the same, I am tired, Steve. I’d like to rest. But…perhaps we can have dinner together, later?”Hewas attempting to stay civil; he knew it wasn’t his strong suitwhen he got to the end of his rope, but he didn’t want Steve angrywith him, either.

“Yeah,of course-- uh, whichever room you want, your pick.” Steve assuredhim.

Lokismiled thinly and headed for the room Thor had just vacated, wantingnothing more than to be alone. Heknew Steve hadn’t wanted to control him, to show off his skills atpuppeteering Loki, and he knew that neither Steve nor the rest ofthem fully understood his explanation of what the binding was-- whatthe use of it meant. They couldn’t have understood, or they wouldnot have invoked it. Or else they just didn’t care, and even Loki,prone towards thinking the least of people, could not believe that ofMidgard’s defenders.Hemust not have explained the violation of it enough; he was given tounderstatement, he knew, but if he'd gotten the point across, at thevery least, he would have expected Barton to blanch. Thenagain, he had perhaps the most reason not to mind that Loki’spunishment revolved around bending his will with the intent to breakit. It was designed to train him to fear acting in a way that wouldinspire retribution. They wanted to rob him of any opinions orchoices that ran contrary to his Master’s own. And he knew that theone in control would change; it would be Odin holding the leash, oncethe unpleasant work of breaking Loki down was done.

Andonce his control was shattered, he would be moldable. Able to beshaped into exactly what Odin wanted. A perfect son. A perfectbargaining chip. A puppet king for a world of monsters. Lokicouldn’t let that happen, but he didn’t know how much choice hewas going to be allowed to have, when even his gentlest jailer waswilling to treat his shackles like a party favor.

Andoh, it was all small things, but each was like a stone chucked at hisability to choose. He felt sore, strained, after each time the bondwas wielded against him.

Hefell onto his brother's bed, not bothering to straighten the rumpledbed clothes and ignoring the discomfort of the lumps beneath him.

Hewondered how Odin would react to the news of the transfer of hisminder. He wondered if Thor would even think to tell Odin. But atleast it would not be held against him if Thor didn't.Hehoped.

Andthen there was the problem of Steve: Steve who treated him better,like more than the prisoner he’d been sent here to be. Like someoneworthwhile. Like someone.

It was addictive, that sort of treatment, and the man lacked the abilityto scheme; this was not a play. He treated each person the same, withthe same sort of earnestness and respect. And with Loki… with Lokihe thought he might be interested in more besides.Itwas so unlikely, so wildly outside of what Loki had considered therealm of possibility, that he didn’t know how to even begin todigest it. And worse, he was uncertain whether what he felt was trulyattraction, or just gratitude. Steve was, no doubt, beautiful andgood. But with so little to compare it to… Loki felt like a kickeddog, suddenly given scraps. Notthat Steve was anything so base as scraps.

Butfurther complicating matters was the fact that Steve had only seemedto begun having any such interest in him once he’d shown signs ofimproving. Of working to make amends.Andwith no fixed goal, as far as amends that Loki had to make… Hehad no idea what he would need to do to keep that interest alive. Andworse, no idea where the finish line was, to pace himself. If he didas Steve wanted, but did too well, his time on Midgard would be drawnsummarily to a close, he’d be taken away and locked up, and hewould never see Steve again. Ifhe stopped making the effort, he would lose Steve’s trust andinterest, and then he would be taken away and executed for notfulfilling his side of the bargain.

Therewas no winning, that he could see. No happy ending. Hisstomach felt tight and his head hurt.

Ifthis was what he thought it was, though, if he truly was possiblyfalling in love with Steve, then it was the best thing to ever happento him. Andof course even that had to be painted liberally with tragedy, becauseof who he was and what he’d done.Nomatter what they had told Thor, Loki knew there was never meant to beany real hope for him. No chance for him to better himself. Andbecause he was himself,everything that he touched, he ruined.Ifhe was a good person, the sort of person that Steve deserved to love,or even the sort of person that Steve seemed to think he could be, hewould tell him that he’d made a mistake. Take it back. He’dtreasure the few kisses they’d shared and leave it at that. Buthe wasn’t a good person; that was why they were in this mess in thefirst place. Witha groan, he rolled over, trying to will his head to stop pounding.He’d have to get up soon, have to prepare dinner and spend whattime he had with Steve, and try to act as if just looking at himdidn’t make it hard to breathe. Hegroaned again and clenched his eyes shut, stealing these few minutesfor himself. Orat least, he’d been planning to.

Instead,there was a knock on the door. Steve, of course.

“Comein.” Loki said, unable to quite muster the effort to soundpleasant.

Thedoor opened and Steve stood, peering through the narrow crack he’dmade, wide enough only for his head. “Hey,sorry-- I heard some noises. Sounded like you might be sick. I wantedto see if you need anything.”Hesounded concerned, and Loki sucked air in between his teeth, tryingto smother his frustration.

“Theuse of the bond is a punishment.” He said, blunter than he meantto. “I am suffering accordingly.”

Hefelt a momentary satisfaction at the way Steve's eyes widened, butthen he paled and looked so guilty that Loki just wanted toapologise. Beforehe could, though, Steve was through the door and approaching him,then kneeling beside where Loki had not even sat up, yet.

Hereached towards him with the bond branded hand, and Loki flinched,eyes snapping shut. He didn’t invoke it, though, instead reachingout to gently smooth Loki’s hair out of his face.

“Loki,I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to you-- I didn’trealize--” The words were gentle and his tone was so full ofremorse that Loki opened his eyes without thinking. Hewas so close, and so beautiful. Lokiswallowed.

“It’salright. They needed the reassurance.” He shrugged, half heartedly.He didn’t want to knock Steve’s hand away, though, so he triednot to move too much. He was so warm against the cool of Loki’sskin.

Stevesighed. “Iunderstand why you let it happen- and I think you’re very brave,for it. But… from now on, if there are going to be consequences,for either of us, because of something that I do, I want to know,okay?”

Lokilooked up into Steve’s face. “Haveyou given any thought to the consequences of being involved with me?Allied with me, romantically or otherwise?” Heasked, and couldn’t help but feeling ugly for putting words to it.

Steve,on the other hand, beautiful strong Steve, just firmed his jaw. “That’snot the kind of consequences I’m worried about. In fact, right now,I’m just worried about you. Is there anything I can do to help? Orat least, to make it up to you?”

Lokisummoned a small smile.“Wouldyou consider joining me in bed? Not for anything too ambitious. Ireally do just want to rest, but… I’d welcome the company.”

Stevereturned the smile, and it was sweet, and perhaps a little shy. “Yeah,of course.” Heslid into bed, even though it was a bit too narrow for the both ofthem to lay comfortably. They managed just the same, though, withSteve wrapping his arm under Loki’s head and over his waist andsnuggling in against his back.

“Youknow I wouldn’t have done it, wouldn’t have agreed to show them,if I knew this would happen to you, right?” Inhonesty, Loki thought, Steve sill didn’t know. But he wasn’tgoing to fill him in, either. He felt badly enough without havingspecifics.

“Ifyou are worried that your championing me before the Avengers has mademe think ill of you somehow, you needn’t be. You remain my fiercestally, through all of this. And maybe… maybe tomorrow, we could tryto find something? Some way for me to help?” Something,he hoped, that would not go as badly as the soup kitchen had. Hewanted to help, wanted to make Steve pleased with him for hisimprovements. He didn’t want to give any more strangers any morereason to hate him than they already did.

Steve’shum rumbled against Loki’s back soothingly.“Tomorrowwe can talk about some options, see if I can’t set something up.And after our nap, if you’re hungry, I’ll order in. Makeeverything as easy as possible.”

Lokinodded, feeling drained, though more emotionally than magically. “Thankyou, Steve.”

Hesqueezed Loki to him tighter, and Loki felt the bond on his palmwarm, apparently pleased. Thetraitor.

#Stoki #That writing thing I do #Frostshield

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