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bakerstreet2012-11-21 01:22 pm
yohko) wrote in bakerstreet2012-11-21 01:22 pm
A Picture is Worth... Meme.
A Picture is Worth.... Meme
This ain't your mama's meme. Forget your RNG, forget your tired old prompts.
A picture is worth a thousand words.
It's easy. Comment with your character. Then go comment around.
But instead of pre-filled prompts with words or numbers, you find a gif or image (any gif/image from any canon or scenario you please) that sets the scene.
The picture is the prompt.
WARNING: THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY. AND POSSIBLY NSFW AND THERE MAY BE TRIGGERS.
Some images will not be able to be hidden behind cuts, so please be aware that triggery material may be found within.
If you post an image that is violent or sexual in nature please LINK it, do not embed it into the comment.
Feel free to use this template to stick your image in there.
Good resources for images/gifs are weheartit or tumblr. For not so safe for work gifs/images go here and here.
This ain't your mama's meme. Forget your RNG, forget your tired old prompts.
A picture is worth a thousand words.
It's easy. Comment with your character. Then go comment around.
But instead of pre-filled prompts with words or numbers, you find a gif or image (any gif/image from any canon or scenario you please) that sets the scene.
The picture is the prompt.
WARNING: THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY. AND POSSIBLY NSFW AND THERE MAY BE TRIGGERS.
Some images will not be able to be hidden behind cuts, so please be aware that triggery material may be found within.
If you post an image that is violent or sexual in nature please LINK it, do not embed it into the comment.
Feel free to use this template to stick your image in there.
Good resources for images/gifs are weheartit or tumblr. For not so safe for work gifs/images go here and here.
Original Meme here.
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But here he will have solace and sweetness, for a time; here he and Loki will find one another out of the wind, out of the storm, until necessity recalls them to the heart of their joined kingdoms.
He caresses the ruins of his own name, then caresses Loki's beautiful, ruined face, the gaunt hollowness of his features, the tears cold upon his cheeks. He kisses them so that they melt to the warmth of his own lips. He rolls them over again, urges Loki down to his back in the warm embrace of sheets and furs, and reaches for fragrant oil. ]
Spread your legs, sweet one. [ he whispers, his voice a wrench of longing.
A quick slick of his cock is all he desires. His fingers press between Loki's legs and open him insistently, slipping within the beloved cleft of his body, the eager yielding. ]
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Oh, he will name himself a consort in the service of the summer-king's realms, but never will Loki rise from the shadows with only joy and succor upon his heart. The mortals will suffer for their part in this parody of love, until they too learn to fear the winter as well as they love the summer.
Thor has wrought for them a humble palace of solace and sweetness, indeed, for all its worth; yet Loki falls back against the furs and blinks away the ice of his tears without tearing himself away from the creature of hatred and loneliness that he has become. If Thor would love him, he cannot turn away from the past that has changed them both.
So Loki spreads his legs and tilts his face up for a kiss; so he smiles with terror and grief and malice braided into the fabric of his heart. ]
Enough. [ he whispers, drawing Thor to him with the strength of his arms and the vice of his spread thighs. ] I have waited long enough. Come.
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Can I give you no comfort first?
[ Is there to be no easing, no sweetness between them? No tenderness in the ruins of their hearts? No matter. If love is a ferocious, malicious thing, it is still love, and he is still swelled with it, body and heart. Thor cups Loki's thighs to spread them still wider for himself, his hips nudging between. He brings his slickened cock to the yielding hole, mounts and thrusts.
At once buried, at once so sweetly sheathed, his mouth covering Loki's to swallow his very breath, and Thor catches his legs at the crook of his elbows to hold them apart for him. His body slides, his hips hitch and thrust, the old sturdy frame of the bed creaking beneath the strength of the motion, the surge of his body against Loki's. Once he was young and his fucking was full of life and vigor and joy. Now he is an older creature, in the prime of strength and fertility, thrusting deep into the familiar hungry clasp of the winter's body, thrusting steadily and hard, brutal certainty in his hands.
Forever his, now. In love or in bitterness, bound to him, vowed to him, Loki will be his thrall now and forevermore, his lover and consort. ]
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No, better the painful truth driven deep into his mind and body. Better that Thor lay his hands upon him and leave bruises dark below skin. Better that their bodies forget the love of old and forge chain-links a thousand times stronger and a thousand times heavier.
Past the wandering judgment of all the mortals that would look, there beyond the mountains crowned with snow, there Loki will tuck their memories. The sky will heal over the rent they have left in its black flesh, and beyond the scarred surface will be joy enough for a lifetime. One day, when they need it most, it will be waiting for them.
So Loki holds Thor close, not as the starved creature grown cold in his own hatred, but as a body holds a body — for the animal need of warmth and of succor alone. What need has he for comfort, when he has the pain made steady by Thor's hands? ]
Later. [ says Loki, ice upon his breath, but they are words meant not to soothe himself, but for Thor instead. ] Afterwards.
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So he will master instead, and bind Loki to him, and keep the winter ever beside the throne of summer, leashed to his loving hand, that if cold and pain and darkness should follow him that too will be Thor's to rein short.
His body lays heavily upon Loki's, his kisses as ruthless and plundering as his cock, as his strong arms holding Loki's thighs apart. How sweet this soft tight hole which clasps around him, sweeter than any other lover's Thor has ever known, for no matter who shared his bed there was always an emptiness, a hollowness in being with them, a rift within him where his beloved had been. Eventually he withdrew from the palace to this ascetic's hut and taken no lovers at all. Solitude was preferable, when he could not have the one he loved. ]
My heart. [ His lips brush Loki's softly, his hips drive relentlessly forth. He has never felt so potent, so full of power and life as when the prince of winter is spread beneath him. Perhaps there will be more children for them yet; perhaps this time he will sow his beloved instead, and see him ripe as summer fruit hanging heavy upon the vine. ]
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[ says Loki, his voice a whisper. He laughs, soft and sharp, and yet there is sweetness in the curl of his mouth as he drinks from Thor's lips. ]
With blooms of ice and vines of black frost.
[ His breath catches when Thor bears him hence; he shifts like the ripple of light upon rushing water, fitting himself into Thor's hands. ]
There, a scant patch of land where I may pour my cruelty forth without consequence. [ And his legs hitch upwards, tightening about Thor's torso, dragging each thrust to its brutal apex. Once, he had shattered Thor apart upon his bed of white fur — today, he will allow Thor to do the same to him. He needs no master but that of Thor's warmth weighing inescapable upon him, no pleasure other than the thrust of Thor's body upon his own. He speaks breathlessly and without thought, his mind lost in his body's yearning. ]
The ugliest garden ever to grow. Will you allow it?
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[ A groan, a straining, Thor piercing deep and ruthless, plunging within his sweet errant lover, the dark creature he once fled from, whose body between his hands is all he has ever wanted. Loki's white thighs are tight around his body, binding him, binding himself to Thor. He is ever to be his, now, to be shackled to him, the leash round his throat, the end in Thor's hands. To kneel at his feet and have pleasure from his hand, only from his hand. ]
But by your crafting, my love— [ Breathless, Thor takes his mouth with a brief hot plunge of his tongue, taking and taking of the cold sweet taste of him, and then speaking again: ] By your crafting I can only imagine it beautiful.
[ The twisting ice and vine, the black soil, the glitter of frost. Perhaps Loki will lead him through it hand in hand, and show him all his creation, and lay himself down upon the hard cold earth to be loved. ]