loopslip

an abstract series of dusk-coloured waved lines, reminiscent of the ocean or a mountain range.



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    Shane tries to grab at the right words. "She's not - it's not that simple. Shane Hollander is me but it's also like - it's a thing people use to sell something. It's like a cardboard cutout of me."

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    10 Jun 2026

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    Ilya's on a hotel roof in the middle of the night. The draft is tomorrow, and he can't sleep.

    That's when Shane Hollander appears, but he's somehow thirty-five years old, and acting very friendly... and he's wearing glasses. This must be a dream — mustn't it?

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    08 Jun 2026

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    "Such a good boy," Ilya murmured. "Want to let go, yes? You know how good I will make it for you."

    A sound moved through Shane's throat, low and loose and completely unprompted, the kind of sound he had no language for.

    The collar settled around his throat again. The leather, firm and cool. The buckle, the brief pressure of Ilya's thumb. And then the soft, final click of it fastening shut—a small sound, almost nothing.

    Almost nothing, yet it rearranged him completely.

    Or: Shane and Ilya try puppy play, waterworks (and watersports) follow

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    03 Jun 2026

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    Ilya shoulders his way through the bathroom's door and promptly steps over a trailing, ridiculous fucking piece of fabric, causing whoever is wearing it to bump against his back.

    "What the fuck?" He snaps, irritated beyond rationality.

    "Watch were you're going, dickhead." The guy spits right back without missing a beat.

    He turns around, but whatever pissed off retort brewing inside his mouth dies on his tongue when he takes on the guy in front of him. For a split second, his brain screeches to a halt at the sight of Shane Hollander, except then it quickly comes to the bizarre realization that it isn't him.

    There's a bewildered pout on his plump, shiny lips. He's taking Ilya in with the same cautious scrutiny, like he's not sure of what he's seeing.

    "Connor?" He says, voice going slightly high pitched right at the end.

    Ilya frowns. He's pissed off and nowhere near drunk enough for this.

    "Who the fuck is Connor?"

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    01 Jun 2026

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    With their mouths slotted firmly together, lips parted just right, Ilya exhales heavily into Shane's mouth. The smoke flows between them again, filling up Shane's lungs.

    The only way Shane can describe the experience is warm. Ilya's mouth is warm against his, his hand is warm where it rests on his chin, and the smoke he breathes in is warm as it fills his lungs. Ilya pulls away just enough to let him exhale out all the smoke, but Shane quickly slams their mouths back together, tongue pushing past his parted lips.

    [or: Ilya shows Shane how enjoyable getting high can be.]

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    20 May 2026