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Louise Glück, from “The Burning Heart”, Poems 1962 - 2012

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been moody and brain foggy ( a highlight from today: i had to email my mother to call my phone because i couldnt find it minutes into being home from work ; id put it inside my wardrobe 🤡 ) so im watching tfotr for Maximum Comfort

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I don't want to die.

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lor is a gift that keeps on giving

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lare?????????? a short reply???? no way wheres my novel!!!!!!!!!!! / it's right here!!!!!!!!! all the words i had in me today wasted on his filth smh @grieveme

" hands on the desk, councillor. hold onto the edge — you don't touch me unless you want this to stop, understood? "

molten eyes stay fixed on jayce's face, pinning him in place, until he gives a nod and a shaky ' yeah, v. ' once he's satisfied that the rule is in place, viktor lets his gaze wander, drinking in the sight before him: jayce, splayed on the desk, his pristine, oh-so-important councillor's jacket open, shirt rucked up to expose his heaving abdomen, trousers and underwear pulled hastily down and still hanging off one ankle, legs spread to accommodate viktor between them. deliciously on display. he's already half-hard and viktor watches his cock give a twitch the moment his eyes fall upon it. his hands are by his sides, gripping the edge of the desk, just as instructed. his good boy. viktor grabs one leg and runs his thumb against the soft skin on the inside of jayce's knee as he pushes his legs wider apart. he looks so good like this, still half dressed for some important meeting — eager, like he couldn't wait to give himself to viktor. viktor lowers himself to his knees, mindful of his bad leg, and shoots jayce a warning look when he lifts up to see him kneeling on the floor.

" keep your hands where they are. "

trusting jayce to obey and all too willing to cut things short if he doesn't, viktor wraps a hand around jayce's rapidly hardening cock. it swells in viktor's grip, beautifully flushed against his pale fingers. he grips the familiar girth and length and, not giving jayce a moment to prepare for what he knows is coming, leans in to wrap his lips around the head. there's a choked off noise coming from above him; viktor lets his eyes flutter shut as he presses his tongue against the slit, tasting sweat and skin and jayce. he isn't planning to drag out this part — he tightens his grip and pumps up and down jayce's cock, thumb grazing against a vein throbbing on the underside as he takes more of it into his mouth. he lets out a pleased groan at how full he feels, at the stretch of his jaw, and this time jayce doesn't bother masking his moan. it's breathy, tapering into a whine as viktor pulls back an inch before swallowing back down. he finds a comfortable rhythm, working the base with his hand while taking the rest into his mouth, hot and heavy against his flattened tongue, the tip just teasing his throat each time before viktor pulls back. he keeps going, the wet and filthy sounds barely covered up by the stream of noises coming from jayce. viktor can make out 'please' and 'good' and 'viktor' and a whole lot of nonsense but before long the words are replaced by aborted warnings which he ignores. he keeps sucking jayce's cock and drawing out those noises until he feels jayce's whole body tense and shudder, and then thick ropes of cum are hitting the back of viktor's throat. he pulls back slowly, cum pooling on his tongue, until he's sure he's gotten every last drop.

only then does viktor pull away from jayce's cock, supporting himself on jayce's thighs as he stands back up. he crawls up jayce's body, taking in his blissed out expression: eyes wet, pretty mouth red and hanging open. whatever he's about to say gets lost when viktor takes him by the hair and kisses him messily, the cum that he hadn't yet swallowed now shared between their mouths. " good boy. you can touch me now. "

jayce, smart and ever attentive even post-orgasm, knows what viktor wants: he reaches down to wrap his hands around viktor's hips, taking his weight and letting him rest after exerting his leg and back. when he shifts, no doubt intending to return the favour, viktor grabs him by the wrist. " no. i'm not done with you yet. you're going to give me another. "

" another? "

" you're going to cum for me again. "

jayce makes a sound, almost a protest, when viktor pushes off him. he doesn't go far and when he comes back to settle once more between jayce's legs, there's a vial of lube between his fingers. he watches in satisfaction as jayce's jaw drops softly as he takes in the vial, pupils swelling and legs falling wider open on instinct. he lets viktor manoeuvre him until one of his legs is pushed up onto the desk and his hole is exposed, cock wet and still soft against his stomach but twitching with clear interest. viktor coats his fingers with the lube and rubs them together to warm up the sticky liquid; he flicks his eyes up, reaching with his clean hand to fix the lapel on jayce's jacket, and tuts. " so eager. for shame, councillor. " with that, he presses in with two fingers. slick, and with jayce's body still loose and accommodating from having cum just moments ago, they go in easily. jayce moans from the penetration, eyes falling shut and neck craning back, and viktor has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from reacting to the tight heat around him. " what would the others say if they saw you like this, hm? would they still let you sit on all those important meetings if they knew how much you like being fingered by someone from the undercity? how needy you get? for me? " he pulls back, almost all the way out, before thrusting his fingers back in, down to the second knuckle. viktor stills then, giving jayce a moment to get used to the feeling; he watches the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the red flush that's taken over his face and neck and darkened even the exposed parts of his stomach. he's beautiful, all debauched and just for viktor. when he opens his eyes again, viktor takes that as his cue to start fucking him on his fingers in earnest. in and out, fingers seeking heat and every spot along jayce's insides that tugs a gasp, a whine, a moan from deep inside his chest. pushed as deep as he can go, viktor crooks his fingers, pressing against his prostrate again and again, ruthless in his pursuit of jayce's pleasure. he keeps going, watching as jayce hardens once more and his cock starts to drool where it bounces softly against jayce's stomach in time with viktor's thrusts.

he whines. " v, i can't— "

" you can. come on, jayce, you can give me one more. "

when jayce looks like he's halfway between coming and still protesting that he can't, viktor pulls off, ignoring the wretched keen the act tears from jayce's throat as he's rudely pulled from the edge. he's still not paying attention when jayce pulls himself up on his elbows, busy working the buttons of his trousers open. " come on, v, what gives— " the complaint cuts off, and when viktor looks up, jayce's gaze is nailed on the harness that peeks out from between the fabric. the ring in the middle sits empty for now, but viktor's eyes are dark and heavy with promise when he reaches to play with it with his fingers.

" you're going to give me one more, and after that i'll give you my cock. are you going to be good for me so i can fuck you properly? "

it's gratifying, the haste with which jayce nods at him. his asshole, glistening with lube, clenches on nothing, and viktor is ready to give him what he needs — almost.

" and what do good boys say? "

" please. please, v. "

viktor sighs, pleased beyond words to hear jayce begging — it sets something loose in viktor's chest, something that had been winding up tight all day, viktor alone in the lab while jayce was off on important council business, surrounded by important people and important things. it soothes a hurt viktor is too proud to name, satisfies a need he's too hurt to voice. so obedient, so needy, so desperate for viktor. unwilling to deny either of them any longer, viktor presses his fingers back to jayce's entrance, rubs the pads of his fingers against the fluttering hole before pressing back in, first two then three fingers, stretching him wide open. there's no resistance, only a delicious squeeze as jayce takes what he's given. viktor works his wrist and it takes no time at all before jayce is back teetering on that edge, back arching and hips pushing back against viktor's hand as they chase his second orgasm. one more thrust of viktor's fingers against his prostrate and jayce is coming with a cry, a weak wet spurt releasing against his stomach, spatters making it onto his rumpled shirt.

he looks thoroughly fucked.

viktor wastes no time getting his strap and adjusting it in place, only giving himself a moment when the harness brushes against his swollen clit and sends him into a full body shudder. he's throbbing behind the harness, so hard and wet it takes everything viktor has not to slip his fingers in and offer himself some relief. but this isn't about him; he can get off in the privacy of his bedroom later. this is about showing jayce where and who he belongs to.

despite that thought, viktor reaches for jayce's face once he's ready, caressing his cheek and trying to gauge the hazy look in his eyes. " ready? " he coats his strap in lube and, once jayce gives his affirmation in the form of a nod and a pretty ' yeah, v. please. ' he gathers one of jayce's legs and props it over his shoulder. he leans forward, letting his good leg take most of his weight, the rest of it on his other hand on the table. he's going to feel this tomorrow, but it's worth it for the way his name tumbles from jayce's lips as he nudges his cock against his entrance. viktor pushes in, eyes trained on the way jayce's mouth falls open in pleasure, the high-pitched, overstimulated sound that escapes him when he's all the way in, hips flush with jayce's ass. viktor turns his head to press a kiss against jayce's knee, his breathy moan muffled against the overheated skin there. it takes viktor a moment to pull himself together, but once he's there he turns to face jayce again, amber eyes back to pinning him in place.

" hands back on the desk, councillor talis. "

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cut the bullshit. i don’t have the time.

« jayce. despite all the evidence to the contrary, i know you're not a fool. if you'd only cease this stubbornness, you would see that metal is the way forward. » if viktor can only make @grieveme see his vision of progress, they can be partners again. alone, he finds his work stagnating while piltover's shadow looms ever larger over zaun. together, they could could unite the two cities once and for all — just like they always wanted. if only jayce would see.

« this is how hextech can help humanity. no more pain, no more mistakes, no more fear. »

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why would........... you write a j/ayce-centric fic............ if you (in your own words) lowkey hate him................

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the lab at night-time is one of viktor's favourite places to be. unlike back home, piltover quiets down at night ; the bustle that fills the building and the streets outside disappears, and the only sounds to be heard are the hum of hextech, the scratch of a pencil against paper, and various clinks and clangs as viktor tinkers deep into the late hours. often he is joined by jayce who adds to the ambience of the never-ending work, peppering the soundscape with bits of hushed conversation, but tonight he's opted to retire at a reasonable hour, leaving just viktor — and bee, whose puttering about is yet another addition to viktor's nigh nightly routine.

all is peaceful, until suddenly it isn't. everything is moving, and before viktor's human senses can register what's happening, much less make sense of it, he and bee are crashing to the floor and though the metal arms holding him tight absorb most of the impact, the thud still sends viktor's back screaming. there's a crash and the sound of rending metal and all viktor can do is watch in horror as weaponry pierces and tears into bee, pushing out of him where it makes it all the way through. flecks of something warm and oily spatter across viktor's face.

viktor lifts his hands to cradle bee's head, feeling small, and for a second they're not a man but a boy helpless to do anything for the one creature in the world to love him unconditionally; not a hexformer but a waverider, caught in the agonizing in-between of life and death, a corpse unallowed her rest; you did this? then the second passes. " no, don't say that. never say that. you haven't done anything wrong. " he pulls away enough to assess the damage the best he can, forcing his eyes away from the metal shard poking out of bee's chest : it's going to be a problem, and soon, but viktor needs to know the full extent of the damage before he starts taking bee apart.

" can you stand? i need you closer to the workstation. " viktor wishes jayce was here more desperately than ever before. there's no time to get him, though ; with damage so close to bee's core there's bound to be internal damage that needs to be addressed immediately — and there's no way to know if it's even safe in the lab, or if whoever shot at them is on their way to finish the job. there's no way viktor's leaving him here alone. " i'm going to fix you up, i promise. it's going to be okay. "

@toaugment // STARTER CALL

Bee adores his creators. Not only are Viktor and Jayce incredibly intelligent but they are kind, helping him learn more about the magic that brought him alive as well as about the world around him. Sadly despite him being eager to go into the world, the world isn't eager to meet him. He has powerful audio receptors that can hear Viktor and Jayce, even when the two argue in whispers behind closed doors. There are people who think he's dangerous and want him to be destroyed. Viktor and Jayce have refused to kill him, a fact that some people are very upset by.

Bee assumes it is the same awful people who take matters into their own hands. Viktor is working late in the lab, an occurence that isn't unusual. What is unusual, however, is the high pitched whistling he picks up. Antena swaying in an effort to pinpoint its direction, the hexformer soon finds himself launching himself in Viktor's direction. Cradling Viktor to his chest, he curls into a tight and protective ball. Something hot and metal shatters a nearby window before colliding with his back and bursting, sending sharp shards of metal flying through the air and into the gaps between his metal plating. He feels something wet and panics, optics flickering over Viktor for signs of injury.

He emits a sigh of relief when he realizes Viktor is startled but fine. Himself on the other hand... A mixture of magic and mechanical fluid seeps from various frayed cables and cuts on his body. Viktor's gaze is staring at a particular spot on his body and his gaze follows Viktor's. Oh. There's a big shard of metal embedded near his core. It will be dangerous and difficult to remove. "Sorry. It's my fault." They wouldn't have attacked the lab if not for him.... He's the only invention in here that people want destroyed.

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2.02 Watch It All Burn

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the damp has never agreed with viktor: it sets his joints aching and leeches the warmth from his bones. he's too old to feel bothered by it; it's a note in the margins, an acknowledgment for one more hostility that zaun heaps upon viktor, a home that punishes his presence with teeth even as it swallows him up.

what's funny is that he'd thought he was still safely in the esophagus. he must've settled deep in the belly without his noticing if the eye is here to see him.

" oh? do enlighten me as to what that reason is. " viktor knows better than to antagonise the man before him, but bringing up his departure from topside is like pouring salt on an open wound. " or are you just here to threaten me over a piece of copper wiring from the sump? "

sounds like something a liar would say.

❛ lying would be a waste of my time. ❜

the day’s rain has set the cliffs of zaun to weeping, endless streams that slide down the scarp and over the city pipework to plummet into the sump far below. he wears the cold green smell of it on the damp shoulders of his coat and in his hair, over which he runs his hand.

silco idly rubs his thumb and forefinger together as he casts his gaze about the room, a slow, dispassionate sweep like the beam of an arc lamp, until it lands on @toaugment.

he folds his hands behind his back. ❛ there’s only one reason why someone leaves topside for this place. ❜ his eyes cut briefly to a pile of scrap nearby. ❛ and it isn’t to get killed over a piece of copper wiring from the sump. ❜

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icon change + visual update on my pinned.

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heyyyy have this old arcane/lol 'comic'

i borrowed (stole) the line from a mortal kombat (i think 11) intro bc it fits them

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All I am saying is there is a 1% chance they didn’t kiss here.

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Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West

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happy birthday to this 13 year old

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Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from “Psychopathology Ward”, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972