#TheSaint

[raurquiz]

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[austerulous]

◈   @thesaint  //  cont.

Few could say that they had seen divinity other than that which was said to reside in grains of sand, in wildflowers.  The deity of Anri’s youth was depicted in shards of stained glass, painted onto frescoes that adorned vaulted ceilings.  Beautiful, unattainable, distant.  Reachable only through stern and decidedly human conduits, who were all too often hard-hearted.  

The kinless altar girl was now a woman, but she remained just as lost.  Stumbling through snow-carpeted streets, her pilgrimage had brought her to the Holy Father’s hallowed door, her pale hands clenched into tremulous fists.  Unwilling to leave, too fearful to knock.  Did he sense the appetite in her?  Did he know she harboured a hunger to match his own?

Frost climbed the windows, coating it like a second skin, but cold took no root.  Heat rolled out of Aldrich in waves, laced into those warm notes of incense and spice.  Seeming to smell her desperation, her uncertainty, his lordly head turned.  Candlelight bathed him in honeyed tones, the studs that decorated his features glinting, smouldering in eyes the colour of low-burning embers.  God saw her, and Anri fretted, fingers curling shyly in her skirt.

Comfort came in the elegant, proffered hand.  Broad in the palm, warm and soft.  Resplendent, Aldrich glittered and gleamed, bedecked in finery fit for the saint.  Anri surrendered, allowing one of her hands to settle in his.  A pale dove to be engulfed, buried in his gentle grip.  As he hinted at a grand pantheon of divines, she could think only of where their bodies touched, eager to believe that  he could adore even the unlovely creations of other gods.

A colossal hand cradled her cheek with unspeakable tenderness, as though she were something precious, something of immeasurable worth.  Tension bled from her as blood from a sacrificial lamb, but grief remained.  Sea-blue eyes brimmed with tears, recalling the child wracked with loneliness, grieving the family she was never able to call her own.  To an unwanted girl, no gift seemed greater than the offer of a home, of a wing under which to roost.

“If you did not make me, can I ever truly be yours?”  The question leapt out of her in a desperate whisper.  Like any gasping, drowning thing, she wished to cling, to climb into his arms, to believe she had a place at his table, that she was worthy of his voracious love.  Surely there were imperfect parts of her he would have changed – reshaped, remade – if she had sprung from his holy hands.  “Or will I always be something borrowed?”

#it's the desperation to belong and be his for me #◈ — ic; anri #thesaint

[luckydxy]

the symbol is mia on desktop rn but...hug meme symbol here... (:

Hug Meme ;; Accepting

Where had he gone ?

Loyal shadow. Trustworthy friend. Her truest companion. They were to be an inseparable duo. Something was wrong here ... they must remain together. Someone had told her so, once, in cheerful pitch, or maybe twice, again, in murderous bellow. The happy-angry face lingered at the back of mind, brilliant light shining through stained glass visage, shattered here & cracked there, beams of violet & gold crowning her head, an ever present reminder of ... of ... of what ?

The haze of grand room overwhelmed ; it was too large, the soothing scents choked, the gentle light blinded, there were too many persons here - all possessed by singular thought & passion. Their reverence plagued her, a fever upon vulnerable psyche. Young Madgod fed upon such heightened emotions, or maybe it fed upon her ? Breaking her down. A rot from the inside out that spores of madness could not immunize against. The deacons, maggots all, gnawed at delicate guts & grey matter - botflies bit, laying their eggs, leaving larvae to burrow & wiggle beneath skin. Instinct bade her to claw them out, to cleanse herself with scorching self-destructive cinders so she could be born anew again & again & again. She could not remain stagnant. Her entire existence depended on consistent change.

Unwelcome feelings were brewing. Anxiety & sinking dread ... so very out of place. Someone else was out of place, someone like her, but she could no longer differentiate his presence from all the rest. There were no unique minds here. The hivemind was absolute. Heart patters within chest, rosy cheeks gone pale with a confused misery. Something was wrong. Where was he ? Something was WRONG.

As she felt fit to burst into a thousand fluttering wings, a single touch kept her together, pulling her back into a murky sense of calm. Warm hand, large, but gentle, engulfed her in a sluggish haze of euphoria. Her panic was unneeded. Out of place. & ... readily discarded. Hand became an arm. Then another. Madgod found herself pulled into a firm, welcoming, grasp. She did not fight. She felt no need to. Instead, slender hands clawed needily at his robes, sweet face burying itself into his mass without worry ; snuffing out all pesky woes & confusion. This was better ... this was what she needed. Saint's booming heart a hypnotic pendulum, drowning out all else. She wished to remain here, uncertain why she'd ever strayed from his side. Violet & gold left her as Saintly curtain hid stained glass visage. Thoughts of loyal shadow suffocated by enveloping, consuming, arms. The man she'd sought could be no one else.

He was right here.

#;;answered #thesaint #;;modern au #;;open au #;;aldrich is a hypnotic bitch boogaloo au #I'M ......... FEELING SO MANY EMOTIONS RIGHT NOW #HASKILL .......... HASKILL WHERE ARE YOU . HASKILL HELP HELP HELP

[athimas]

Formerly DoragonRaitoningu! I haven't posted in a long time, but for anyone who might wonder where I am, I'm doing well! I'm going to school for art now!

This piece is one of a future triptych, The Saint.

Reductive charcoal on paper, inspired by Byzantium art and direct references to actual Saint artifacts.

#TheSaint #charcoal #reductiveart #Byzantiuminspired #illustration #please do not repost #mine

[bonnettsbooks]

Closed through Friday, but here's some of what you can find on Saturday! See image alt-text for more info. Scroll our feed to see more examples of what may be in store for you!

#DaytonOhio #BrickAndMortar #VintageBooks #UsedBookstore #SherlockHolmes #TheSaint #BlackboardJungle

[mommasaystoread]

https://www.mommasaystoread.com/2023/03/audiobook-review-saint-by-nana-malone.html

First, you just can not go wrong with Shane East, and he proves that once again with Nana Malone's The Saint. Kyo Sija was completely new to me, but she certainly held her own as the voice of Kaya. Both narrators did an excellent job of bringing out the drama and intrigue as well as the romance.This is the third book in the Gentleman Rogues series, and while I haven't had the pleasure of reading the first two, the storyline here is easy enough to keep up with. I do intend to catch up on those earlier books because now that I've met the Rogues, I want all the details. If they're as fast-paced as this one, I'm in for some heart-racing reading and/or listening time. As mentioned, the storyline is easy to follow, and we're given everything we need to know for this book. That said, I still hesitate to call it a standalone because there are some unanswered questions, and the epilogue leaves us with a bit of a cliffy (I'm assuming that's a lead-in for the next book).Do be prepared for plenty of action with your romance. Kaya and Saint's story has flavors of Mission: Impossible and Bourne Identity combined with a steamy romance that certainly sees its fair share of miscommunication. This pair also sees plenty of danger with some near misses and, of course, a kidnapping - once you start reading and figure things out, you'll understand that mentioning a kidnapping is not giving away the book's secrets. It pretty much has to happen with this kind of storyline. To sum it up, The Saint is everything I've come to expect from Nana Malone, and paired with Shane East and Kyo Sija for the narration, this one is a must-listen.

#TheSaint #NanaMalone #GentlemenRogues #ShaneEast #KyoSija #RomanticSuspense #SteamyRomance #Intrigue #Action #Danger #AudioBookReview #ValentinePR

[expatmichael]

Thank you Dan Mathews for this flashback. Shooting Lene Lovich at The Saint for PETA circa 1987. #TheSaint #crimp #lenelovich #peta #newyorkcity #1987 #pregoldy (at East Village) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqOO3iltlnPlAXlNwR070w_FCsOCGtww8w48m80/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#thesaint #crimp #lenelovich #peta #newyorkcity #1987 #pregoldy

[presleycollectibles]

Sir Roger George Moore KBE (14 October 1927 – 23 May 2017) was an English actor. He was the third actor to portray fictional British secret agent James Bond in the Eon Productions film series, playing the character in seven feature films between 1973 and 1985 #jamesbond #007 #bond #rogermoore #bondgirl #jamesbond007 #signedphoto #promophoto #autographs #bondgirls #rogermoore007 #rogermooreautograph #thesaint #englishactor https://www.instagram.com/p/CpuEHJIteuc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#jamesbond #007 #bond #rogermoore #bondgirl #jamesbond007 #signedphoto #promophoto #autographs #bondgirls #rogermoore007 #rogermooreautograph #thesaint #englishactor

[weehughie]

The Saint… • • #thesaint #simontemplar #rogermoore #ianogilvy #volvo #p1800 #volvop1800 #classic #classiccar #60s #1960s #style #icon #bicester #bicesterheritage #bicesterscramble #heritage #car #carporn #rain #raindrops #carmeet #history #airfield #tv #classictv (at Bicester Heritage) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnMW4vUo0ab/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#thesaint #simontemplar #rogermoore #ianogilvy #volvo #p1800 #volvop1800 #classic #classiccar #60s #1960s #style #icon #bicester #bicesterheritage #bicesterscramble #heritage #car #carporn #rain #raindrops #carmeet #history #airfield #tv #classictv

[stephenskinnerbatz]

#batzman @batz_skinner #fitnessphysique #fitnessphotographer @robertmapplethorpefoundation #thesaint #thefirstwhiteparty #insolidarity @clubqcoloradosprings @planetfitness @bodybuildingcom @newbalancelifestyle #newyorker #nycnights #nycisafullbodyworkout #love @thelovemagazine @mensfilemagazine @mensfitnessmagazine @foundationforinnerpeace @mariannewilliamson @thewilliamsoninstitute #spiritualfitness @marymotherofgod @jesus @pray #prayer @boss @batzstyle #actor #artist #american #anatomy #dancer #bbbatz #batz #body #nyc #nycnightlife (at Hell's Kitchen) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClPXKnuuA-t/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#batzman #fitnessphysique #fitnessphotographer #thesaint #thefirstwhiteparty #insolidarity #newyorker #nycnights #nycisafullbodyworkout #love #spiritualfitness #prayer #actor #artist #american #anatomy #dancer #bbbatz #batz #body #nyc #nycnightlife

[raurquiz]

#happybirthday @valkilmerofficial #valkilmer #actor #batmanforever #topgunmaverick #thedoors #thesaint #kisskissbangbang #thesaltonsea #topsecret #billythekid #tombstone #redplanet #alexander #dejavu #killtheirishman #7below #planes #cinematwain #jayandthesilentbobreboot #asoldiersrevenge #paydirt #TheBirthdayCake #CanyonDelMuerto @hbomaxla @dccomics @wbd https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm1-b3QOv7-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#happybirthday #valkilmer #actor #batmanforever #topgunmaverick #thedoors #thesaint #kisskissbangbang #thesaltonsea #topsecret #billythekid #tombstone #redplanet #alexander #dejavu #killtheirishman #7below #planes #cinematwain #jayandthesilentbobreboot #asoldiersrevenge #paydirt #thebirthdaycake #canyondelmuerto

[thesaintmatteo]

Gentleman Rule #154 When you sing in the shower room it makes your voice sounds good because it has a reverb effects.

#Shower #sing #singing #singer #studio #rulesofagentleman #secrets #gentlemansecrets #rule #quotes #clean #thesaint #thesaintmatteo #saintmatteo

[austerulous]

◈   @thesaint​​​ said:   ❛ a  bloody  kiss.  //  anriiiii- (: ❜  //  a fucked up kissing meme

Snow fell like feathers, muffing all sight and sound.  Anri thought of Icarus, of angels, of doves eviscerated.  The city was a snow globe with horror lurking on its periphery.

Frost crept, clung, kissed.  Cold was a colourless flame that licked her calves.  It burned her extremities, scraped at her bare arms, bringing roses to bloom in her cheeks and staining the tip of her nose pink.  Hypothermia did not cross her mind.  Frostbite was not a concern.  Instead, she feared only the glinting, enamel edges of a too-wide mouth.

Against the backdrop of slaughter, of feasting, beneath the glittering vault of stars, Anri lived on, stumbling and numb.  Ill-fated members of the congregation were split open like pomegranates.  They lay discarded among the slush, leaking all over the cobblestones, blood already beginning to freeze.  On their lips, silent exaltation.  In their unseeing eyes, life’s last revelation – that their god was ravenous, that they would not be spared.  Living counterparts scattered like marbles, praying to the very god that pursued them.

Seeking shelter in the shadow of a frozen fountain, its silvery rivulets long turned to glass, she paused, breathless, doe-eyed and darling as she trembled with trepidation.  Saint Aldrich would gorge until he bloated like a tick, until he had his fill of followers’ flesh, until the decreed day of purging passed.  A looming, crimson wave that moved with inhuman agility.  It might have been dismissed as fantasy, save for the dead that littered the ancient streets, save for the skirt that hung around her legs in tatters.  Her god toyed with her, tormented her, hunted her.  Each time, he came close – close enough that Anri was sure her heart would seize, cease beating altogether – and then receded, retreating to exact his divine wrath on another.

Now he swept over her like the sea, irresistible as tidal currents, imbued with the spiced scent of incense and saline tang of blood.  Anri had not seen him approach, had not heard his footfall despite the churned blanket of snow.  A breath was lodged in her throat, tight with fear, displaced by the cry that bolted from her when she hit the ground.  Aldrich took her into his arms in a new, terrible way, pinning her body to the ice.  Here, there was no pulpit to keep them apart.

“Holy Father, have mercy, I beg of you!”

Blanched, blue-tinged, bruised, she shivered in his grasp.  He was the source of her immeasurable fear, her only hope of salvation.  Her comfort, her anchor, her penance.  Trembling hands fisted clumsily, numbly, in his robes.  Bold, needy, demanding and desperate.  Aldrich gave no sign that he was moved by her plight, by his lamb’s quiet pleading.  Jagged silence was the only answer as viscera dripped from his chin, painting her with hot droplets, falling like so many plum petals.  

How small she felt, how imperfect, but while the face of god was turned her way, she touched him.  Frozen fingers tentatively traced his jaw, gliding through sticky spots of drying blood.  Hungry for the heat that dripped slowly into her, she breathed in his bestial exhalations, his low growls boiling in her ears like honey.  As if to explore the source of that sound, her fingertips dipped past parted lips to touch the saint’s ornate mouthpiece, to test the sharpness of those artificial fangs.  Curiosity was punished with a prick to her finger, blood rising in a crimson bead.  Aldrich mantled her, predator arched over prey.  Death might yet follow.

Perhaps it was a reward for her courage, or an attempt to assuage her fear, that saw him move to kiss her brow, her cheeks.  Slowly, tenderly, he branded her with remnants of the night’s butchery.  Anri squirmed in both terror and desire, aching inexplicably for his divine, ruinous mouth on hers.  Indecent, how her thighs had parted as she fell, how they now hugged the hips that nailed her to the snow-strewn street.  Her god could have her, if he wished.  With her ceremonial gown hitched to her waist, he might mount her here, spoil her in the sight of many.  Anri would permit it.

The mouth she craved pushed against hers, in a kiss that was thick with blood.  Saint Aldrich all too soon moved to nip at her jaw, to kiss and nibble her throat, while coaxing the delicately embroidered strap of her dress down with a gloved finger.  At any moment, he might sink those gargantuan teeth into her flesh, might bite her with such power and purpose that there would come the creaking, splintering sound of enamel scraping against bone.  He snarled possessively, approvingly, against his congregant’s skin, lips peeling back to trail the ridges of his teeth along her clavicle.  Such dark promise.  To the Anri’s dismay, a breathy sigh escaped her, blending into a soft moan of approval that bordered on blasphemy.

“Oh, God.”

#okay oh boy all right #◈ › bonds — ❛ prayer dissolving on the tongue into honeycomb or bloody flesh ❜ — anri × aldrich — thesaint #◈ — answered #thesaint #cw: cannibalism #cw: suggestive

[theupstarters]

Still one of my favorite gigging memories. From a bass hit with @latebloomerband and @drmaddvibe at the @saintapnj #thesaint #asburypark #nj #joekeyesandthelatebloomerband #upstartersband #upstarters #funkband #punkfunk (at THE SAINT) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci-vj4cpjmQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#thesaint #asburypark #nj #joekeyesandthelatebloomerband #upstartersband #upstarters #funkband #punkfunk

[punkrockhistory]

Two years ago today

In memory Chris Bailey, Australian singer, songwriter, musician and co-founder of punk rock band the Saints.

Chris Bailey died in Haarlem on 9 April 2022, aged 65

Photo by Gus Stewart

#punk #punks #punkrock #chrisbailey #thesaints #history #punkrockhistory #otd

[vainaspaver]

Assassin Nuns by Busha_b

#costume #cosplay #cosplayer #47 #ica #cosplayers #hitman #thesaints #canoneos450d #mcmexpo #wetwork #londoncomiccon #hitmanabsolution #mcmexpo2012 #attackofthesaints #assassinnuns