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symphonies-of-silver · 5 days

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(( << previous )) @perish-song

#finally actually doing plot //whee ze #Helo #trying to be back X'D #Hiro #Kanna #Lugia #lost together

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months

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Lost Together II

Sequel to Forbidden Lessons

Warnings: possible dark elements such as noncon, age gap, abuse of power, coercion, mentions of suicide, depression, pregnancy and abortion, violence. Y'all know I do it dark and spicy. You have warnings, use them.

Note: I never really intended for Thor to get his own little thing but here we are.

Thots, comments, screaming, and feedback are welcome and highly encouraged. Thank you. Thanks all for following along.

As promised, you have a bed to lay your head. A room to call your own. For now. You're not yet convinced this will be forever. Loki needed to hide you and do it quick. You would hate to overstay your welcome. Especially once there's a squalling baby attached to you.

You don't have much. Thor found some clothes for you, freshly washed along with the bedding. Some loose cardigans, a few oversized dresses and some wool stockings. He apologised profusely that it was all he could get for you. You assured him it was fine but he was less than content with your affirmation. You're flattered by his concern.

You settle in, exhausted but without reason. You didn't do much aside from read an old book about a woman on an ocean liner, travelling to a new life. Every time you tried to help, Thor firmly but gently ordered you to stop. You'd hate to disrespect his home so you obeyed.

Little by little, the displacement fades away and you doze off. You sink into a deep sleep, on your back, snoring loud enough to hear in your dreams. For once, you make it through the night without waking up, but when you do, you hear a sonorous rumbling from the hall.

It takes a moment to remember where you are. You stare at the blank ceiling and let your eyes travel down the wallpaper. You roll onto your side and sit up with a groan, folding back the flannel sheet and thick quilt. You rub your shoulders and stretch out your neck as you stand. Ugh, you feel gross.

You rub your stomach as it boils. It isn't going to settle. You put a cardigan over your borrow nightgown and twist back the creaky oval handle of the door. You step out into the hall, the floorboards cold against your soles.

You turn towards the bathroom and as you make your way down, the low deep mutter comes clearer. You slow down even as the constricting in your stomach gets more urgent.

The door is slightly ajar. You can see Thor's shadow moving on the other side. There's another bathroom on the first floor, you might-- nope, you can't make it.

You knock on the door, more frantic than you mean to as you clap a hand over your mouth.

"Huh!" Thor grunts and the door swings open. He holds a wide brush with a furrow in his forehead as he faces you. You wave your free hand as you desperately clamp your other palm against your lips.

He moves and ushers you in with his arm. You don't think of how cramped it is as you race past him and flip up the toilet lid. You drop to your knees and hug the bowl, wrenching without restraint as your insides spasm.

"Oh, mouse," Thor grumbles over you. You wince as his large hand touches your back and he bend over you, "get it all out."

You have no choice. You heave until you're empty then hang heavily over the contents of your stomach. You reach up shakily and flush. Breathless, you accept a washcloth from Thor and wipe your mouth.

"I should've warned you. Any blood of my brother will cause trouble," Thor jokes as he gently squeezes your shoulder, "here."

He offers his hand and helps you to your feet. He cranks the four-pronged faucet and lets the water flow. You rinse your face then your mouth, before reaching for your tooth brush. He hovers behind you, his hands clutched over his large stomach as he watches you in the mirror. You spit out the toothpaste and look at him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," you saw as you wash the bristles.

"Not at all, I was only..." he raises a hand to rub his neck, "I... was trying to deal with this... rat's nest."

He lowers his eyes and you see how his cheeks turn rosy. You look at the counter and see the broken comb and the brush he held before. You glance at him again and notice a few shakes smoothed out.

"Oh, uh, did you... did you have any conditioner? Or coconut oil?" You ask as you face him. "It will help with the tangles."

He pets his beard meekly and stares at the floor, "I didn't think of it..."

"Can I... Can I help? It might be easier than doing it yourself."

He blinks and peeks up at you, head still tilted down, "you would do that?"

"Sure. Why not? I'm kind of an expert. My barbie's used to get all matted," you shrug.

"Hm, I suppose I wouldn't be able to get the back... my next option was the razor," he says grimly.

"Oh, no, we can handle this," you grab the brush, "so... let me see if I can find anything to make this easier..."

"I shall find a chair," he suggests."

You look around the bathroom but only find shampoo and soap. Not of much help. You hear Thor approach from down the hall and he enters with a wooden chair and a jar. Hr presents the latter to you as he plants the former on the tile.

"Oil," he announces proudly, "might be a bit old..."

"That'll do," you smile and twist off the cap.

He lowers himself onto the chair, his shoulders straight and set. You near as scoop out a little oil with your fingertips. You take a lock of hair and grease it up, putting the brush to the tails of it as you start to work out the knots.

"It's easier if you start at the end," you explain, "then you don't make new knots."

"Oh," he utters. "You know, you don't have to..."

"Please, it keeps my mind off of how crummy I feel," you say, "and really I don't mind."

"Mmm, I shouldn't have let it get so bad."

"Nothing that can't be fixed," you use your fingers to loosen some matting, working closer to the scalp.

"I suppose..." he murmurs and you notice his shoulders relax just a little.

"You have beautiful hair," you say, "it's a nice colour. Thick. Not like Loki's."

He snorts. You let yourself laugh as you continue on your task. He shifts but doesn't pull away.

"He's adopted, you know?" Thor says, "if you can't guess."

"Ah, well, that's... interesting," you comment; that might explain a few things. "I don't have any siblings."

"They are both good company and the worst," he chuckles, "how's it looking, mouse?"

"Not so bad," you move on to a new section, "but you might smell like coconut for a while."

#thor #dark thor #dark!thor #thor x reader #drabble #au #series #forbidden lessons #lost together #sequel #marvel #mcu #avengers

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perish-song · 8 months

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Previously

The young Lugia spent what felt like hours trying to understand the explanation Parisa was giving to her. The lack of her own memories mixed poorly with the excruciating heat. She was beginning to wonder if her attempts were even worth it.

Until she closed her eyes one more time trying to concentrate…….

She clapped her new hands together excitedly. Though she was excited and relieved, there was something else. The clothing she found herself in, though tattered in some areas, was extremely tight and very uncomfortable and she had no idea as to why

#instead of waiting for asks and a bit of chatting with parisa admin I decided to just do a follow up single post to introduce #kanna’s official human form #no responses are required #sinnohsiblings #lost together #shiny lugia #perish-song #pokemon #palkia #parisapalkia #ic

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azuremist · 10 months

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“Unfinished Painting” — Keith Haring

This painting was left intentionally incomplete. Haring began it when he was dying due to complications from AIDS, and knew he didn’t have much time left. The piece represents the incomplete lives of him and many others, lost to AIDS during the crisis.

“AIDS Memorial Quilt” — Multiple

This quilt is over 50 tons heavy, and one of, if not the, largest pieces of community folk art. Many people who died of AIDS did not receive funerals, due to social stigma and many funeral homes refusing to handle the deceased’s remains, so this was one of the only ways their lives could be celebrated. Each panel was created in recognition of someone who died due to AIDS, typically by that person’s loved ones.

“Untitled” (Portrait of Ross in L.A.) — Felix Gonzalez-Torres

This pile of candy weighs the same amount as Gonzalez-Torres’ partner, Ross Laycock, did. Ross Laycock had died due to AIDS-related complications earlier that same year. Visitors who see this piece are encouraged to take some of the candy. As they do so, the pile of candy weighs less and less, like how AIDS had deteriorated the body of Ross Laycock.

The SF Gay Men's Chorus

This photo was taken in 1993. The men in white are the surviving original members. Every man in black is standing in for an original member who lost their lives to AIDS.

“Electric Fan (Feel it Motherfuckers); Only Unclaimed Item from the Stephen Earabino Estate, 1997” — John Boskovich

After the death of his lover, Stephen Earabino, from AIDS, Boskovich discovered that his family had completely cleared his room, including Boskovich’s own possessions, save for this fan. An entire person, existence and relationship had been erased, just like so many lives during the AIDS crisis. Boskovich encased the fan in Plexiglass, but added cutouts so that its air may be felt by the viewer, almost like an exhalation. In a sense, restoring Earabino’s breath.

“Blue” — Derek Jarman

This was Jarman’s final feature film, released four months before his death from AIDS-related complications. These complications had left him visually impaired, able to only see in shades of blue. This film consists of a single shot of a saturated blue color, as the soundtrack to the film described Jarman’s life through narration, intercut with the adventures of Blue, a humanization of the color blue. The film's final moments consist of a set of repeated names: “John. Daniel. Howard. Graham. Terry. Paul". These are the names of former lovers and friends of Jarman who had died due to AIDS.

“Untitled” (Perfect Lovers) — Felix Gonzalez-Torres

Created by the same man who created the previous untitled piece, this piece was also inspired by his lover’s deterioration and death due to AIDS. This piece consists of two perfectly alike clocks. Over the course of time, one of the clocks will fall out of sync with the other.

In a letter written to his lover about the piece, before his lover’s passing, Gonzalez-Tourres wrote, “Don't be afraid of the clocks, they are our time, the time has been so generous to us. We imprinted time with the sweet taste of victory. We conquered fate by meeting at a certain time in a certain space. We are a product of the time, therefore we give back credit were it is due: time. We are synchronized, now forever. I love you.”

Please feel free to reblog with more additions

#aids #aids pandemic #aids crisis #lgbt #lgbtqia #queer history #lgbt history #art tag #azure does a thing #(i cried while putting this post together.)#(something about art about those lost to aids makes me want to fall to my knees.)#(happy pride month)#long post #death tw

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raepliica · 2 months

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i think they should take turns cuddling for healing purposes

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thenameispringle · 9 months

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Can we ride in to the sunset together?

#sunset #drive #lost together

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zivazivc · 3 months

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first night alone

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a-fix-of-muses · 11 months

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Currently Listening To: "Lost Together" by Nomyn

#IFTTT #Spotify #Lost Together #Nomyn #Cyber

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pnfoutofcontext · 1 year

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Based on this Tumblr post about a (fake) lost episode

#transxfiles #Lost Endangered Species Act Episode #(not a real lost episode)#season ∅#Phineas and Ferb #Candace Flynn #Ferb Fletcher #fan works #original content #lies are the glue that hold society together

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symphonies-of-silver · 9 months

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Hiro came to his senses from Summer's call.

( Response to this )

@ask-the-royal-absol @perish-song

#pokemon #rp #interaction #reply #Hiro #Destino #Kanna #Summer #lost together

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months

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Lost Together I

Sequel to Forbidden Lessons

Warnings: possible dark elements such as noncon, age gap, abuse of power, coercion, mentions of suicide, depression, pregnancy and abortion, violence. Y'all know I do it dark and spicy. You have warnings, use them.

Note: I never really intended for Thor to get his own little thing but here we are.

Thots, comments, screaming, and feedback are welcome and highly encouraged. Thank you. Thanks all for following along.

You watch Loki drive off from the open door. The urge to run after him makes you sway but you resist. There's nothing else he can or will do for you. As ever, his kindness has a firm limit. Not truly generous, more obligatory.

That man, his brother, who bears no resemblance to him, shuffles around the foot of the stairs. You push the door shut and face him. He works incessantly at the table along the side of the staircase, brushing it with a long handle duster. He recoils suddenly and buries his nose in the crook of his elbow, expelling a thunderous sneeze.

"Uh," you feel a tingle yourself, "let me get the windows."

You scurry over the window to the left of the front door and pull back the heave drapes one at a time. The stirring of fabric releases another cloud of neglect. You stand on your toes to untwist the clasp and push the hinged panes outward.

You're out of breath as you cross to the other, doing the same and letting in the afternoon sunlight. Thor continues his diligent dusting, turning over a vase to dump out the build up within.

"Uh, I never knew Loki had a brother," you begin awkwardly.

"And I didn't know he had… you," he grins, the words amicable despite their intonation.

"Well, really, he doesn't… he's more stuck with me, I think."

"Ah, of course, why else would he leave you here," he turns to fix a frame on the wall, "apologies for the state… things have… gotten ahead of me."

"It's fine," you shrug.

"Would you like to put some music on?" He waves to you with the duster and points through the archway to your right, "my father left me his collection."

He directs you ahead of him with the sweep of his arm. You hesitate but go into the dark expanse of the new room. You hear a click and crackle and dozen bulbs light up overhead. A mosaic shade houses the glow and warms the space.

"There," Thor stands beside you, pointing to the corner before stepping ahead of you.

He goes to what looks to be a chest of drawers. There is a door to one side but no others. He nears and clutches the top, popping up the thin wooden lid to reveal a record player set into the peice of furniture.

You approach as he nods, "records are inside," he says.

You run your hand along the wooden door, the front woven with thin slats. You hook your finger into the handle and ease it open with a squeak. You bend to look at the collection within.

"Choose," he orders, "I'm not very picky."

You nod and thumb through the album covers, settling on Judy Garland at the at Carnegie Hall. You take it out and wipe off the front, holding back a sneeze. Thor offers to take it and you hand it over as he reads the title.

"Ah, one of my mother's," he beams as he slides out the record, "you have old-fashioned taste."

"I… guess," you clap your hands off as he puts the needle on a flips the switch.

"Please," he hovers his hand above your shoulder and stretches his arm towards the long couch, "you needn't help. You should keep off your feet."

He cross the room and shakes out the throw, thumping on the cushions to knock out the dusty residue. He hums and clucks.

"It'll do for now," he turns to you, "please, I will fetch some of… some old books."

"I don't mind. I'm not very far along, you know?"

"My mother would faint to think I let an expecting woman lift a finger," he shakes his head, "do you like tea? Oh, what kind of tea can you have…" he puts a finger to his chin, his matted beard straggling down to his chest.

"Let me make the tea," you offer.

"Little mouse," he puts his hands up, "you must relax," he pats the arm of the couch, "I promised Loki I would look after you."

"But…" you swallow your argument. It is his house. He might be embarrassed to share the mess with you. Better he cleans it himself, besides you're very tired. "Alright," you relent and come forward, "thank you, Thor."

He smiles and doesn't move until your sat in the corner of the couch. He retreats, almost reluctantly, and you languish in the rich crooning of Judy and the buzzing awe of her audience. You lean your head in your hand, you elbow over the rest. You can't help but think how sad this place has been after seeing its occupant.

He mentioned a woman, Jane. Perhaps his wife, and his parents. All gone. You suppose he needs some hope. His excitement nips at your dread. How can your life sentence be his chance to start again?

You hear distant clank and sit up straight. You shimmy to the front of the cushion but keep from standing. He can manage himself, you just have that inherent need to help.

Your eyes rove the darkened edge of the room. A spacious den with bookshelves along one wall, two armchairs to match the sofa, a long coffee table on an intricately patterned rugs, a console table behind the sofa and a bench before the unlit fireplace.

"I found some herbal tea," Thor announces as he startles you, "hope you don't mind blueberry."

"That's good," you accept as he comes around with a dainty tea cup on a saucer. It looks ridiculous in his hands.

"Right, yes, books," he puts it on the square table by your elbow, "you like reading?" He goes to the bookshelves, "I suppose you have the pick of the lot. I'm not very attached to any of them."

"Thanks," you say again, "really, it's so nice of you–"

"I will have a room ready for your tonight," he declares as he spins on his heel, "yes, you need somewhere to sleep."

You give a smile, the only response you can muster before he's lumbering out, rambling about clean sheets and extra pillows. Well, he is very much unlike his brother.

#thor #thor x reader #dark!thor #dark thor #not 100 on how dark or if so really #lost together #mcu #marvel #sequel #forbidden lessons #au #avengers #series

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perish-song · 10 months

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(@ask-diane) *Selena would offer Summer a few oran berries.*

"I am not sure they will help with your memory, but at least they can give you some strength. But, I heard you would like to know how to transform into a human, yes? I'm not exactly sure on the process of pokemon, human transformation since I myself haven't advanced that far into the study... But, I do believe transforming into any species, is all about something to do with your mind. Focusing, and opening up your mind, so that you may be able to become another version, so to speak, of you."

*Selena though still would look a bit confused.*

"Though, I do believe sometimes, it's about what you know or remember about your own potential. I'm not exactly sure, like I said, but I believe this may help for a good start."