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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧

A study in Sebastian Moran, covering themes of loyalty, isolation and survival est. 2015 - revamped 2024 lovingly tolerated by Nessa ⌖ carrd ⌖ guidelines ⌖

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//here's the new blog!

i'm v excited ngl. I'll be keeping here as an archive cause there's a lot on here but all threads and everything will be moved across over the next few days :)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧

A study in Sebastian Moran, covering themes of loyalty, isolation and survival est. 2015 - revamped 2024 lovingly tolerated by Nessa ⌖ carrd ⌖ guidelines ⌖

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//I think in general i'm gonna set up a new blog for Seb and move things over there because half of my stuff doesn't work here anymore 😭 my tags won't save, I keep getting errors when I try to do anything and it's a pain in the ass. It's only this blog I'm having trouble with. So I'll spend tonight setting that up I think!

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Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Tangerine Bullet Train (2022) dir. David Leitch

like or reblog if u use

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You're a great bunch of people - Thank you for the opinions and support on this! I'm gonna make Seb's main FC Aa.ron Tayl.or John.son and then Craig will be either by request or for the retirement, post Jim verses.

If you'd like to stay writing with CParks in our threads pls let me know otherwise I'm gonna switch everything over to ATJ

// I have a sorta issue, am I absolutely betraying the vibes of Sebby if I add a secondary FC?

My problem is that as much as I adore Cra.ig Park.in.son as Seb there just isn't the content there for him anymore and I've unfortunately been writing this blog for so long that I've started ageing Sebastian with CParks, if that makes sense. Because every new bit of CParks content I get, he's older in it which means that Seb gets older in my head.

Now I know this isn't necessarily a big deal but me personally as a writer I like having visual content to help with muse and not having it has meant that Seb feels a little tired lately and more crotchety old man rather than energetic sniper. I also think it's why I find it so difficult to get on here.

So I'm thinking - Add a second FC? Would people mind if I did that? I know I've aaron taylor johnson for his mob verses but this would be a secondary fc that covers Seb's main verses too.

I would love opinions pleaseee, essentially I'm just worried about disappointing people if my FC isn't solely CParks.

Edit to add that I wouldn't be getting rid of CParks, he would represent the later verses - the ones that are post Jim and if we have a verse with him already then his FC will remain in that verse (Unless you actively want me to change it which is fine too)

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// I have a sorta issue, am I absolutely betraying the vibes of Sebby if I add a secondary FC?

My problem is that as much as I adore Cra.ig Park.in.son as Seb there just isn't the content there for him anymore and I've unfortunately been writing this blog for so long that I've started ageing Sebastian with CParks, if that makes sense. Because every new bit of CParks content I get, he's older in it which means that Seb gets older in my head.

Now I know this isn't necessarily a big deal but me personally as a writer I like having visual content to help with muse and not having it has meant that Seb feels a little tired lately and more crotchety old man rather than energetic sniper. I also think it's why I find it so difficult to get on here.

So I'm thinking - Add a second FC? Would people mind if I did that? I know I've aaron taylor johnson for his mob verses but this would be a secondary fc that covers Seb's main verses too.

I would love opinions pleaseee, essentially I'm just worried about disappointing people if my FC isn't solely CParks.

Edit to add that I wouldn't be getting rid of CParks, he would represent the later verses - the ones that are post Jim and if we have a verse with him already then his FC will remain in that verse (Unless you actively want me to change it which is fine too)

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Sebastian had started to suspect that he'd reach this fork in the road, where his relationship begins to take precedence over his job - Something which he never thought would happen. For the majority of the past fifteen years his life has been revolving around a diehard loyalty to James Moriarty. However now things are different. He longs for a simpler life, one that consists of happiness with Cecelia.

He drapes himself across the end of the bed, propping himself up on his elbow. "Sometimes." No point lying to her. "I - See it's fucking difficult because I don't want you thinking I'm sitting here defending this criminal mastermind but -" He thinks back to the Jim he's known. The person that's always been there for him. The person who saved him. "He's my best friend. Until you no-one had ever come close to understanding me, except for Jim. Listen, yes - He can be a lunatic. He's obsessive. He's dramatic and sometimes he's just downright fucking annoying. But I can't stand on some moral high ground and look down on him because I was right there beside him. It's just difficult. It's hard to - I want this life with you. More than fucking anything. I just don't know how to disengage from him in a way that also keeps him happy because without me he has no-one." Hand drags through his hair. "Sorry, I know that's not even what you asked me but I've been thinking about it a lot lately. I don't think he'll hurt you, for what it's worth. He knows that'd send me right over the edge and the last thing he wants is me going rogue, I know too much."

With her knees pulled to her chest under a cover, there is a book resting against her legs she's not been taking in. The feeling moves from frustration, to worry, to telling herself she's being silly and back again. It didn't feel like this before when things were less... domestic. Now she can't help it; she'd like home home for dinner.

"I wouldn't even want that sort if you had a normal job. You ever give me as a reason you need to get home, I'll kick you out." She laughs, putting her book away. "You ever think... he might test your commitment to him in a more... active way?"

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Eyes dropped to the bullets, watching Lucien work for a moment as he settled into the seat opposite. Hand reached for one of them, holding it up to the light. "What's special about these ones then?" Frankly, he quite enjoyed having Lucien and his weaponry around the place - Saved him having to order dodgy kit on the black market.

"Absolutely not. I've no interest." Contrary to popular belief, Sebastian and Jim had only slept together once, in the very beginning of their professional relationship. After that the bond had evolved into something more akin to a platonic soulmate. Except Sebastian didn't believe in that shit so let's just put it down to saying that he didn't fancy Jim that way.

"Yeah. He won't tell me how it's all going to end. He just keeps telling me to 'wait and see' - Which I fucking hate because how can I plan to keep him alive if he's making me 'wait and see'" Fingers lifted to draw quotes around the words, disgusted. Sebastian Moran had a plan for everything. Jim's blasé approach didn't leave room for planning. "Has he said anything to you about it?"

‘Really, tell me what else is new?’

Gaze didn’t waver from where it was focused on specialised bullets, skilled hands having been put to the test as he experimented on expanding the trajectory of his arsenal. ( Unlike Sebastian, Lucien himself didn’t favour the sniper lifestyle. He liked to be in the thick of it, not staring through a scope, freezing his arse on a rooftop. ) Yet recently most targets were said to be untouchable and so he’d been forced to improvise. Irritating really, considering he was a cat at heart and change unsettled him to say the least. In fact hearing Moriarty was as erratic as the weather was quite the comfort, even if he did scoff at his partner’s comment. ‘You gonna volunteer as tribute, Seb? Pretty sure that would make his day. C'mon you know a shag isn’t gonna work. He’s too highly strung about all this Holmes business. If anything, he needs a distraction. A challenge.’

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Lips purse into a thin line of disgust, eyes looking to the pompous little prick behind the desk. People like him remind him too much of his own father and it's not really a comparison that thrills him. "You this polite with everyone? Or am I special?" the words drip with sarcasm as they fall from his lips. "If I was here for your father what makes you think I'd stop and do any business with you?"

❛  my  father  isn’t  here  ⸻  if  that’s  why  you’re  sulking  around,  he’s  not  here  and  his  secretary  is  gone  for  lunch.  what  do  you  want?  ❜

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It's impressive, how calm Cee's being. Seb feels like a twat in comparison, sitting there bleeding out and crying like a dickhead. "What're you doing -" He ignores her order to shut up, feeling all emotion sobering up as she kneels down beside him. "No - No - Cecelia, get away from the blood." He doesn't want her to end up covered in his blood and having to go home to shower the death away. It sounds depressing as fuck.

"I don't -" Her matter of fact manner is the best thing for him because it confuses him enough to pull himself out of whatever maudlin speech he was about to launch into. He pushes himself up slightly, so that she can look behind and see if the bullet went through. "I think it might've." Eyes look to her. "Are you really not going to let me say my goodbye speech? What if I fuckin' die now and I haven't had the chance to say bye?"

~ @consultingsister || ❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death ~

He shouldn't have called her. Sebastian knows that. It's not fair, having her seeing him like this. The blood - His hands reach for a cloth - Anything to help clean up some of the mess. He doesn't want to frighten her. Even though he's pretty sure that no amount of cleaning up is going to make the situation more digestible.

"Alrigh' gorgeous?" The words croak out, eyes looking up to her from his position on the floor. He's managed to prop himself up against a chair but keeping upright is more challenging than he'd like to admit. "Look at you -" Eyes focus on her, wanting to memorise every last inch of the woman who made him believe in love. He's thought about his death before - With the industry he's in why wouldn't he? But he's not fully prepared for the emotions that're barrelling around his chest. He's sad. Scared. But mostly he's fucking angry. Angry at his dickhead father for not giving him a better start in life. Angry at the army. Angry at Jim. Angry at every single fucking person that brought him to this point where he's lying there working up the energy to say goodbye to Cecelia. "S'pose this was coming for me." He swallows, looking down at the gaping bullet wound in his torso. "I'm sorry for calling you - I just didn't -" Eyes are glassy with tears as they look up at her. "I wanted to see you one last time. Which is massively fucking sappy and I hope you're happy - You ruined me with those fucking eyes and your stupidly good banter."

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Sebastian falls silent, listening to his words, his cigarette forgotten. It's a nice thought, running away into the sunset, spending mornings tangled up in the sheets, the days spent relaxing and enjoying each other's company.

He tucks his box of cigarettes away, moving so that he's standing in front of Victor, gently pushing him back against the balcony railing. Hands rest at his hips, possessively holding him close. "Alright then. Let's go. I've a car outside." His gaze is challenging, half expecting Victor to back out as a smile plays on his lips. "We can go anywhere you'd like."

❝—Nor you, me. But that isn't discouraging me from wanting to try.❞ He readily answers through smiling lips; although prone to solitary daydreams, he suffers no illusions as to their respective positions in society, and the limitations which each entails. If their responsibilities fail to prevent their unity, it will be the knocking arm of the law.

Yet even this knowledge does not lessen his gravitation towards the other; surely their continual, fortuitous meetings must have a meaning to them. The light in his gaze grows dim as he wonders whether Sebastian does not share his sentiments.❝—I thought you a man who would relish in taking chances.❞

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It's true. Sebastian's work doesn't exactly give way to longevity when it comes to life span. If he's honest, he'll be surprised if he hits fifty - And even that's being optimistic. The more his business grows, the more enemies he makes. The shot last night proves that. There's now a target on his head. "And I'm very glad that you were there." He murmurs, blinking himself awake so that he can give Victor the attention he deserves. Hand lifts to gently stroke through his hair. "I've increased security. I'll do my best to stay alive for you a little longer." He gives him a smile before falling silent. Eyes hold his gaze, watching him for a moment. "I'm more worried about you getting hurt. It's not safe for you to be associated with me."

❝—One can never be too certain, given your line of work.❞ His ear is pressed against Sebastian's heart as he murmurs those words, his head moving slightly to the rise and fall of his still-breathing chest. Although his speech bears a tang of protestation in its essence, his softly lilted voice remains tender as he turns to peer into Sebastian's eyes, his hand claiming the same spot between the other's ribs as a support for his chin. The unearthed gemstones trapped within his gaze glisten with candid vulnerability. ❝—I came very close to losing you last night. If I hadn't acted in time, you wouldn't be here.❞

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"Ruby -" Sebastian's brow furrowed in frustration, a grunt leaving him as he pushed to his feet. "Accessible weaponry doesn't include in the fucking cushions. I'm here trying to relax, last thing I need is a literal knife in the back." He moved to check the other cushions, patting them down in annoyance.

"But don't get me wrong -" He straightened, finger pointing at her. To anyone else it'd look like an aggressive gesture but Ruby knew him well enough. "I'm glad you're being prepared. Just next time leave it out of the cushions, yeah?" Once satisfied that there were no more hidden in the soft furnishings, he sat back down, fingers wrapping around his bottle of beer. "What're you up to anyway? You've been quiet - I don't trust it."

THE FAMILIAR CUSSING brought Ruby to attention from her computer screen and with it, she sat and listened, waiting to see just what had been uncovered. The call to simply stop leaving 'This Shit' left Ruby still none the wiser to just which of her weapons her father had unearthed ( though she had a good idea just what. ) so it ultimately meant that she'd have to remove herself from her desk to go and find out.

The journey took her but a minute to get through the house, soon wandering through to where her father was with an inane grin upon her lips. " Hey... You told me to always be prepared... Leaving accessible weaponry hidden about the place is my version of being prepared constantly. " True to what she'd thought, her eyes had fallen upon one of her blades now on the coffee table. She personally thought that the cushion had been a great concealment point.

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I’ve gone back and forth over the past few months about whether or not I should change Seb’s FC. Simply because there just isn’t the content there for his current FC. And I worried that this might be affecting my desire to write. But then I realised I just need to get over myself cause I see photos of how unimpressed his resting face is and it screams Sebastian lmao

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It's fun, the way she catches onto him almost immediately. Most people buy his bullshit and it immediately makes them boring. But Shiv - She's on a different level. It's catching him unawares, almost making him forget what he's there for.

"Well, you're the hottest one here." He may as well be honest. Eyes leave her to glance around the room. "I've been to enough of these in my time to know that if I'm going to talk to someone, I may as well make it someone I like looking at. Because truth is, most of the people here are boring as fuck. You - " He nods to her, attention returning. "Are one of the rare few who seems to have personality and good looks. And course I'm flirting on the job, have you seen how fuckin' sexy you look? I'd be an idiot not to flirt."

He follows her nod to the woman in question. He'd passed by her earlier but hadn't paid her too much attention. Only thing he remembered about her was her god awful voice. "So, I just need to give her the night of her life and she'll get me what I want?" Brow lifts, expression playful. "I'll need at least two more whiskies with you before, in that case. For dutch courage." He lifts a hand to signal to the bartender to bring him one. "I spoke to that guy by the stairs, that boring cunt almost had me snoozing into my drink. Then that bloke over there -" Head nods to the man sitting at the table nearest them. "Talked like an absolute twat, figure he's the sort who's parading around on daddy's money and can't actually offer me anything." He'd been running into those types for most his life. "Your brothers not here tonight?"

shiv smiles back ever politely, but her eyes narrow in distrust at his theatrics.   she’s not naive to a business transaction, which is what she presumes this will lead to:   how very nice to meet you, give me ten thousand dollars for my tech startup, please!   something is only slightly off.   he’s too self-assured.   the brogrammers are all incels and daddy issues.

“well, you’re definitely not a waiter.”   everyone is here with a motive, bar the wait staff.   shiv included, in fact, at the top of the list.   

she nods with vague interest, though this story makes him seem as lame as once suspected.   “and you picked me because?”   daddy isn’t here and she’s the next best thing?   frankly, she wouldn’t have minded hearing that, she is the next best thing.   dumb and dumber aren’t in attendance for this one, too busy sucking their thumbs and slobbering on documents.   very busy, her brothers, so sorry they couldn’t come.

shiv cocks a brow at him, a smirk gracing her lips,   “you aren’t flirting on the job now, are you, sebastian?”   she accuses fondly.   back in her favour.   she catches the attention of a bartender and orders a neat whiskey before she regards him again.   “i could give you some recommendations.”   her hip finds the bar, her gazing falling back over the mingling crowd, playing nice.   “that lady there,”   shiv nods to a blonde sucking on a straw,   “she’s horrible to talk to but her husband is one of the most powerful cucks in the city. he never comes to these things. the only way in is through her.”

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~ @id1eyouth || Semi-plotted starter ~

Sebastian grunted, exerting every bit of effort as he pushed his way through the thick briars and brambles at the edge of the Key estate. "Not paid enough for this." He muttered, kicking at a rotting log to knock it out of the way. He'd been given a bit of information about the estate - However, no-one had mentioned just how fucking overgrown it'd be, meaning that Sebastian was woefully underprepared in terms of garden tools.

Breaking through the bushes he came upon a small clearing, eyes immediately landing on the cottage. "All that for this?" He sighed, wiping sweat from his brow. He wasn't sure how haunted the estate was, he'd just been told to clear them all off. Which really gave him fuck all to go on. "Anyone home?" He moved to the door, rapping on it with his knuckles. "Open up, if you're in there."