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Yoshitaka Amano: Candy Girl

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David Hockney

‘The Arrival of Spring, Normandy’ 2020

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A new confidence burns in their chest. A belonging. Watching the runes shift and spin brings a feeling of ease Oisín couldn’t have known was missing. Not without Viktor. “I’ll follow any instruction you see fit, weather any challenge y’set. You’ll get tired of the words, Yes Sir, after a week.” Casting a cheeky wink at the younger man with a squeeze of the hand. Though, I’d never tire of you calling me, Sir.

“Yes, yeah, I suppose we should get back.” Guilt seeps in through the euphoria of this new light like a strike to the back of the skull. You asked her to kill for this man. He’s going to have to reckon with that on their return.

Wake up.

Their body is vibrating. Buzzing from head to toe with a sensation they have never felt in their life. They could swear their blood is neon. Weightless and radiant. Eyes immediately searching for Viktor. Finding him only a foot away on a separate bed. Their hand reaching out for his. A sense of being untethered without the grasp. When did they lie down? When did they change clothes?

“DADDY!” They’re almost tackled off of the bedroll at the force of their daughter’s leaping hug. “Niamh? Are you alright, petal?”

“Are you alright?!” Her arms squeezing tight around his chest. “I’m grand, mo leanbh. Although, look.” Raising their hand with a crackle of green sparks. “Y’wouldn’t belie-!” The CRACK to the top of their head has Auntie Aine’s cackling echoing in their mind like a cheered ghost. “So yer tellin’ me I’ve been worried SICK for two days and ye were learning magic tricks with yer fancy boyfriend?! Just you wait til I tell Xio.” The young woman stomps away shouting back about getting him something to eat. There’s that pang of guilt again.

“I don’t feel like I deserved that.” There’s no argument on the boyfriend comment, they know she’s just trying to make them get flustered. It certainly worked though. The blush on his cheeks is answer enough. “Did she say two days?”

Recognise them? There’s familiarity, sure, but they’re unreadable. Crude shapes carved in stones and light. The pulsing glow soothes his anxious mind, calls for intuition just as The Herald does. Bright eyes flicking between each symbol searching for anything familiar. Something in the shimmering of a SPIKED rune to his left feels familiar. There’s an energy he knows well, but it is far from his own. If Viktor thinks he can do it, he can do it. He can reach forth to what calls him, a blind thrust upwards.

They’re reminded of a magnet pulling at a steel ring before it snaps to his palm, fingers clamping around the electric heat of RESOLVE. Every muscle tenses in a ripple across their body. Viktor’s fine hand gripped almost too tightly for a shuddering moment. Around their outstretched arm, a group of further runes order themselves in a softly spinning helix. As soon as the wave of tension passes, a great peace settles down to their very bones. A held breath leaves Oisin in a sob of relief.

Finally lifting their eyes from the rune, they can’t help but notice the soft green haze around them both. Bringing their choice close for Viktor to see, to help them understand. “I feel…” It doesn’t feel right to say, but there’s no other word. Despite the shame of it, he feels- ���Powerful.”

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“So many demands.” Tightening the grip on Viktor’s throat. “Y’ll get what yer good enough t’receive.” Releasing His wrists to caress up The Herald’s inner thigh. Slick at the peak. He is sublime. It takes all their willpower to not sink to their knees and devour Him. Feel Viktor grind Himself on their tongue, shining fist wrapped in their hair. Though, they can’t deny each roll of those hips inches them nearer to delirium. Flash hot desperation to sink themselves within. Releasing the hand at His throat when His pulse starts to push insistently against their fingertips. “Don’t worry, pet.” Oisín’s thumb brushing tenderly across Vitya’s now pink cheek. “Never took ye for the blushin’ kind.”

Automatically grinding the thick line of them into Viktor’s ass in response to His hips’ insistence. Oisín reaches for their belt. “I want to see every glorious inch of you.” A smile in their voice. In an easy glide, they cut the robes from Viktor’s body with their grafting knife. Shifting their weight back to stand silent for a moment, awe in their eyes. Oisín takes in the man they are blessed to behold. Delicate in appearance only, beautiful in every manner of the word.

Reaching under the Herald’s hips, the gardener spins Him onto His back. Tearing away the rest of the robes hiding His body from their devoted gaze. Firm hands caress a sure line from throat to thigh. “You.” Guiding Viktor’s thighs about their waist. “Are.” Thick fingers finally, teasingly stroke the wet heat of Him. “Immaculate.”

They find themselves caught on Viktor’s eyes. There’s sweat beading in the hollow of Oisín’s throat, pink flush from ear to ear, pulse striking like a hammer in their neck. Belt undone and bearing over the younger man like a panting beast. “You say you want me t’claim you.” Guiding Viktor’s hand to the ache of them with a low sigh, eyes locked. “Do y’think you can take me, mo réaltín?”

They couldn’t have imagined that they’d end up like this. Flushed, panting, unleashed. Viktor doesn’t have to ask. Since the day they felt his lips kiss their fingers, the pierce of submitting silver eyes have laid in wait for Oisín, alone in the dark.

Every night they’ve fantasised that Viktor could touch them through the arcane, through their mind, through their dreams. Straddling their hips, lips parting to beg, to moan. A leash wrapped around his fist and-

They answer the request without pause. “I know exactly what you need.” Spinning Viktor to mount the desk edge, both wrists caught tight behind his back in one hand. The shadowing curve of Oisìn’s body looms over the slender man. The other great hand resting, promising, at the Herald’s throat. Teeth cut at the opposite side, waiting to claim what they crave.

Pressed tight to his ass in aching tension. Barely able to keep from grinding desperately for more contact. Forbid, a moan from the darling of the aether. Their breath practically steaming over glittering skin. “I know you’d let me ruin you,” the words so low they’re felt more than heard “But just how much control is my Little God willin’ to lose?” There is a blessing being laid at his table and Oisin is not one to waste. He will feast til exhaustion demands he stop, but he needs to know what’s his to devour.

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@silcosys continued from x

The Madam stares a long while. “Do not flatter yourself that Sevika ever passed as your beard, Silco. Bodyguard, certainly, but wife?” Her eyes say it all. Surely not even the imbeciles up top believed that.

Standing icily from her chair to rise above Silco’s eye. “I’ll entertain your proposal.” Other than the knowledge of what Silco is doing in Piltover, there has to be some motivation. Why ask her and not simply pay for a few hours of time from one of her girls?

“You’d surely be more polite if you were asking a favour, so what exactly are you offering in return?”

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❝ i know we don’t know each other that well but if you wanna talk about it… ❞ (to Hilda)

Wet cheeks, unswiped. No shame in crying. Hilda takes a drag that can only be described as languid. Exhaling in slow tendrils from her nose. A pale dragon.

“Some anniversaries are worsened by the weather.” Staring out at the snow shuffling softly across the street outside the venue’s open back doors. The trees desperate to bloom, held back by the cold. “It is nice of you, to ask.”

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The arc of them poised over their little God. Robes torn, balled in their fist, and still he teases them. Comfort and age have rounded the lines of a life of hard labour. Firm, aching, bare body glistening from the strain of holding back from their lover as ordered. Promised release. The more Oisín is permitted to touch his divine body, the more growl-inducing pain springs from the unrelenting metal.

The groan that follows the tug is animalic. Seizing the younger man close enough he can feel Oisìn’s heat panting across his lips. “Fuck, I’m gonna get you back fer that.” They’re pent up enough without the cage. Their cock cradled in Viktor’s slender fingers, barely able to feel the ease of his touch. Torture. He knows precisely how to ensnare their every thought. All day they’ve been immobilised by lust. Waiting and ready for The Herald to free them for worship. “I’ll make you regret every second you keep me from your sweet cunt.”

The cage hits the floor with a heavy thud. Firm hands already gripping behind Viktor’s knees. Handling their slender darling with ease. Pale thighs heaved about the gardener’s shoulders, powerful arms coil about hips pulled high to their starved mouth. Resting in their lap, cradled aloft to the altar of their tongue, thrust deep within. The pulsing girth filling fast enough between their thighs. Oisín can’t help but groan at the ache, rumbling against Viktor’s clit in ecstatic relief. Verdant eyes watching every shiver and twist down the spread expanse of him. Feasting on every soaked inch.

They’ll hold off fucking him as long as they can manage. Not long, but perhaps long enough that Viktor will beg them to ruin him. “You want me to fuck you, you can wait fer that teasin’.” Reaching down to slip two fingers into the slick of The Herald’s mouth. Insisting as deep as they can reach.

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"Easy," Vitya teases, tugging on the chastity cage one more time, just to draw a stronger reaction. He takes immense joy in this- knows exactly what freeing his lover is going to mean for him. They've somewhat planned this night, all necessary toys available and ready for use. Clean bedding, not that it will stay that way. Restraints already buckled into place, too, for when and if Oisin determines his little God needs them.

Enough playing. His throat's a mess of bruising kisses already, his clothes half ripped off of him, fingers already having slipped into his core. He made Oisin watch him use a vibrator on himself right before this- no penetration, simply clitoral stimulation, until he arced up and moaned in pleasure- pleasure Oisin did not give him and was not allowed to take with him, either. A mild punishment, to be sure, but one meant to increase desire and make sure Viktor feels this once he's been thoroughly fucked.

There's a real key tucked away for safety. Vitya doesn't need it. With a flick of his hand, the mechanism gives way. It's up to Oisin to free himself now- and take what he wants, too.

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They couldn’t have imagined that they’d end up like this. Flushed, panting, unleashed. Viktor doesn’t have to ask. Since the day they felt his lips kiss their fingers, the pierce of submitting silver eyes have laid in wait for Oisín, alone in the dark.

Every night they’ve fantasised that Viktor could touch them through the arcane, through their mind, through their dreams. Straddling their hips, lips parting to beg, to moan. A leash wrapped around his fist and-

They answer the request without pause. “I know exactly what you need.” Spinning Viktor to mount the desk edge, both wrists caught tight behind his back in one hand. The shadowing curve of Oisìn’s body looms over the slender man. The other great hand resting, promising, at the Herald’s throat. Teeth cut at the opposite side, waiting to claim what they crave.

Pressed tight to his ass in aching tension. Barely able to keep from grinding desperately for more contact. Forbid, a moan from the darling of the aether. Their breath practically steaming over glittering skin. “I know you’d let me ruin you,” the words so low they’re felt more than heard “But just how much control is my Little God willin’ to lose?” There is a blessing being laid at his table and Oisin is not one to waste. He will feast til exhaustion demands he stop, but he needs to know what’s his to devour.

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They could lean further. They could flatten their palms on the desktop. Threaten a strong hand. Tip their chin up and smirk down at him. It’s unnecessary. Proximity and an earnest question is enough, but so challenging to keep steady. The throb that radiates from his jaw to his thighs begs him to act. There’s no need for bravado. True hunger lifts far more.

That soft catch of breath. Oisín’s right arm flexes, nails biting his palm, against reaching to snatch Viktor by the fine column of his neck. Pin him against the cool metal and devour every inch of him. The force of the huff from the gardener; a trained dog holding back for reward. Their patience is fraught. They will be his. The command breaks the spell.

Oisin takes Viktor’s face in both hands, the kiss, starved. Enveloping the smaller man in his stance. The hard line of their body pressed seamlessly to Viktor’s. “Y’don’t know how long I’ve dreamt you sayin’ that.” No distance to speak, their lips slip through the confession. Powerful fingers tightly pulling back The Herald’s silken hair. Oisin musters the strength to lean back and look into Viktor’s face, panting with need. “I’ve been yours fer months.”

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Hard Cider (2020)

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Foxgloves | niki.at.the.cottage 

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@niratias continued from x

They could lean further. They could flatten their palms on the desktop. Threaten a strong hand. Tip their chin up and smirk down at him. It’s unnecessary. Proximity and an earnest question is enough, but so challenging to keep steady. The throb that radiates from his jaw to his thighs begs him to act. There’s no need for bravado. True hunger lifts far more.

That soft catch of breath. Oisín’s right arm flexes, nails biting his palm, against reaching to snatch Viktor by the fine column of his neck. Pin him against the cool metal and devour every inch of him. The force of the huff from the gardener; a trained dog holding back for reward. Their patience is fraught. They will be his. The command breaks the spell.

Oisin takes Viktor’s face in both hands, the kiss, starved. Enveloping the smaller man in his stance. The hard line of their body pressed seamlessly to Viktor’s. “Y’don’t know how long I’ve dreamt you sayin’ that.” No distance to speak, their lips slip through the confession. Powerful fingers tightly pulling back The Herald’s silken hair. Oisin musters the strength to lean back and look into Viktor’s face, panting with need. “I’ve been yours fer months.”

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What Are You The Patron Saint Of?

Oisín, Patron Saint Of Martyrs

the patron saint of those who died to be like you. maybe you died to be like them too: but at the end of it, you weren't like them. patron saint of tragedy. saint of saints. it's you who holds the hands of the holy dead, and you who has to answer: what do they do if they regretted it?

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Jil Sander: Spring/Summer (2000) photo: Mario Sorrenti

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Assorted Media Sentences, Vol. 23

(Sentences from various pieces of media. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Don't you dare let this happen again!"

"You must despise me."

"While trying to get into his head, I guess I picked up some of his habits."

"Do you have any idea how crazy you are?"

"The thing you need to know is if you displease the right people, the world closes in on you very, very fast."

"I remember your offer, but I do not remember agreeing to it."

"Did you ever stutter as a child?"

"There's only room for one patriarch in the family."

"It sounded like an animal, but I looked right at it, and I swear to god it was standing on two feet like a person!"

"That was really quite a cruel thing to do!"

"I know that you're no good, and I know that because neither am I."

"You're as stubborn as a mule, you know!"

"You can scream now if you want to."

"I've had something of a schoolboy crush on you for ages."

"I know how these people think; I'm a trained killer myself."

"I knew there was a reason I got out of bed this morning!"

"Can you kill them all with one pistol?"

"Speak again and I will shoot you in the head."

"I'm not scolding you, but I am saying your headstrong ways will lead you into a tight corner one day!"

"No running away, okay?"

"I can't believe you actually shot me!"

"You lied to me! Right now, I don't even know which side you're on!"

"It's not living as such that's important; it's living rightly."

"Move again, and I will bury this in your skull."

"It's not hard to die. It's the easiest thing in the world. We're all inches away from it."

"Don't worry, you're the star here tonight! Enjoy every moment!"

"Did I or did I not hear you call me a bastard?"

"You need to trust me on this. I've walked this road before."

"He's utterly devoid of all reason, but he's as tenacious as a bulldog once he understands what he has to do."

"The reports are faked. We're being manipulated."

"I didn't give you permission to speak."

"There are, at present, no suspects."

"Once this gets out, you're going to hear some things about me. Some of it's true. A lot of it isn't."

"I do not entertain hypotheticals. The world as it is is vexing enough."

"Why are you so angry with me? What have I done?"

"Who are you to tell me what to do?"

"No ruler wishes for war. They only wish to be taken seriously at the bargaining table."

"Everything's going to be okay. I'm not going anywhere."

"Most people think you're crazy, but you just had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century. You'd be right at home on some ancient battlefield, swinging an axe into someone's face."

"Christ, I could use a cigarette."