#[ sebastian. ]

[danahart]

i hope that blond bitch had a good 37th birthday

[chonchon82711]

Sebastian as a child.

[pinkpcny]

[ LINGER ]:  lya & seb

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.

[ LINGER ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.

gentle touch is a foreign thing to sebastian. in his world, such a thing simply does not exist. growing up in the randolph household, there were no comforting hugs after scraped knees, no soothing words after a reoccurring nightmare. there was only dismissal, an ever-present expectation to be tough, cold, emotionless. feelings were a weakness, a useless thing meant to be eradicated. for his older brother, that'd always been easy. for sebastian, there was always a hidden sensitivity beneath the outward exterior of superiority. lyanna has always been the glimpse of softness in his life, and so her touch shouldn't feel so unexpected, yet it does. catches him off guard. he holds his demeanour, but his breath hitches in his throat at the feel of her lips on his skin, the press of kisses upon bruising knuckles. she has the ability to make him want to pour out every thought he's ever kept in, every feeling he's ever pushed down. she makes him want to do better, be better. but there's a fear, something that stops him every time. his fathers voice echoing. " i'm fine, " he insists, can't bring himself to look her in the eyes, hesitates before he moves his hand away. it's dangerous territory — he's spent years denying the evident feels that linger between them, but moments like this make it increasingly difficult to do. " you should go, it's getting late. i'll call you a car. " there's no doubt his father will be calling soon, angry at him for causing such a scene at such an esteemed event. but what was he supposed to do ? one bad word had been uttered about lyanna and he'd lost his cool, saw red. punched the guy without second thought, and it'd escalated quickly. but no matter the fallout that may be about to come, he'd do the same again in a heartbeat. / @svftlove

[scgarhigh]

" when did you plan on telling me that you're fucking my dad ? " words echo coldly, followed by a laugh of sheer disbelief. everything about the situation making him feel sick to his stomach.

[immcrtalize]

who: open @hemlockstarters where: bella's books

Sebastian ran his fingers gingerly over the shelves of books. They’d received a new shipment just this morning and he’d yet to organize them all. In his personal space, Seb thrived on chaos. His room was an amalgamation of torn papers featuring lines he'd thought of or overheard and wanted to include in one story or the other and piles of books he’d yet to read, but in his professional life, Sebastian craved organization. He needed things to remain in their own spaces, which wasn’t always feasible in a space so controlled by patrons. Sighing, the bookshop clerk slipped a novel into its appropriately alphabetical space and glanced over his shoulder. “Feel free to browse,” he commented. “If there’s anything you need, I’m happy to assist.”

[deepsdive]

                              closed      for      @ofdamnation!

                              ❝      aren't      you      sick      of      talking      in      circles,      here?      i      know      i      am.      ❞

[ontops]

open to : fems. premise    :    sebastian    is    the    leader    of    a    notorious    drug    ring,    he's    been    seeing    your    muse    but    she    had    no    idea    what    he    actually    did    for    a    living.    she    finds    out,    and    freaks    out    (    naturally    )    and    now    poor    sebby    is    heartbroken.

                    aura      surrounding      him      is      out      of      character,      but      he's      undoubtedly      suffering.      (      despite      refusing      to      admit      it      aloud      to      anyone.      )      the      reason      for      said      mood      riddling      his      peripheral      on      her      own      accord      doesn't      do      well      in      assisting      to      ease      the      tension,      darkened      optics      resting      heavily      upon      their      countenance      with      a      hint      of,      what      is      it?      ―      disdain?      ❝      to      what      do      i      owe      the      pleasure?      ❞      seethes,      the      sentiment      anything      but      genuine      as      it      rolls      off      his      tongue,      with      a      hint      of      venom.      ❝      did      you      leave      an      article      of      clothing,      or      something?      ❞

[huntedvideo]

SEBASTIAN MORAN: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU. strange - to have someone who cared enough about him to look for him. it wasn't something he was used to, and honestly, he didn't have a good answer. he was here and there, running off and around like he always did, looking for jobs and content and unwilling to commit to one place for too long. hands slide into his pockets, fin glancing up at sebastian as he tries to put together a coherent excuse for not being easily accessible throughout this last month. 'i, uh... i had some business. in utah. y'know - big haunting, almost died. but got some great footage,' closed lipped grin is given to the other man, finley trying to add some levity to this situation. 'but m'here now. what, uh... what do you need?' @gunbash.

[cstarling]

SEBASTIAN MORAN: A KISS BETWEEN TWO PEOPLE IN A FAKE RELATIONSHIP. she doesn't do undercover work often. in fact, she's done it once in her short career as an fbi agent, and it hadn't been as in depth as the situation clarice now found herself in. she's uncomfortable in her dress and heels. really, the woman only ever had to dress up twice a year - once for the annual fbi charity a event, and once for the terrible christmas party the department put on - which means she wasn't cut out for these kind of environments. but she hadn't become an agent for nothing. and she refused to give up, especially when the situation could potentially end in life or death. having explained the situation briefly to sebastian, he seemed to be all in - the man had very few questions. clarice imagined that had something to do with his own job, and she was grateful for it. almost as grateful as she was to have him there with her.

'i have eyes on the suspect,' clarice murmurs into her earpiece, sipping from her glass as she watches their target begin to mingle with the other guests around him. he looks well put together, but clarice knows he's a psychopath. the bodies he was leaving behind said enough about him, agent starling didn't need to know much else. if she had the choice, she'd apprehend him right now. but they had to play this correctly - if he ran, they might not be able to catch him again. she realizes she's staring a moment too long when he begins to turn and look directly at her, so she does what anyone would do - she turns towards her partner and pulls him down by the back of the neck, kissing him for a long moment, only to pull away with a glance toward their target. he was back to socializing. crisis averted. 'sorry,' she mumbles, glancing at sebastian, though with the apology comes a bit of amusement. 'almost blew our cover,' @gunbash.

[consumare]

SEBASTIAN MORAN: HANNIBAL, WILL YOU HELP ME WITH MY TIE? there's something almost domestic about the scene. hannibal has already knotted his own, not quite in the depths of his full suit, still missing his vest and coat. having just finished buttoning the second sleeve of his pastel blue shirt, hannibal turns from the mirror to look at sebastian, black tie hanging down along his chest, untied and waiting. it's hard to tell whether hannibal looks pleased or amused, but he does grin as he walks toward the other man, hands lifting without hesitation to begin to process. 'you don't seem the type to have trouble tying your own tie,' knowing glance is given up to sebastian, the men standing close enough that hannibal can feel the warmth radiating off of sebastian. he's aware that the man in front of him was capable of a great many things - including, apparently, playing coy. fingers work quickly, hannibal slipping the knot taut against sebastian's neck before smoothing a palm down the tie. eyes glitter a bit when they meet sebastian's again. 'next time, we'll try an eldridge knot. it is a much more exciting affair,' @gunbash.

[elysianconfess]

@illcasprince @lwuise

[strwbrrs-r-nice]

i want 50 avengers tower fanfics of the thunderbolts on my desk by morning do you hear me

[scgarhigh]

he's wasted. the level of inebriated that makes each step more unsteady than the next. soon finds himself outside of her home that now has a sold sign in front of it. sebastian slumps over as he sits on the front steps, attempts to get another sip out of the bottle in his hand, but he gets none. isn't sure if it's due to the fact it's practically empty, or if it's a case of not being able to fully lift it. a pathetic sight, really. a man wallowing in self pity at the thought she may be gone, even though he's the one that pushed her away. footsteps sound and his head lifts. he's prepared to usher some unkind words are whoever it may be, until he spots her. realizes she isn't gone, not yet. now wishes he was sober, because how is he supposed to talk any sense when he's like this. swollen lips part, eyes already glazed over. " you're still — y-you're still here ? " words slur as he stands to his feet, narrowly avoiding falling right back down. / @svftlove

[immcrtalize]

if you’re hearing FOR MY HAND by BURNA BOY playing, you have to know SEBASTIAN CLARKE (HE/HIM; CISGENDER MAN) is near by! the 28 year old WRITER/CLERK AT BELLA'S BOOKS has been in town for, like, HIS ENTIRE LIFE. they’re known to be quite NAIVE, but being WHIMSICAL seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble NIKO TERHO. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those believing in magic, always having a paper and pencil in his pockets, seeing the world in vibrant colors vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around BRIGHTSIDE long enough!

details:

Sebastian (nicknames: Seb; Sepe by family) was born and raised in Hemlock Springs, a third generation Springs resident.

In terms of personality, he's always been a very imaginative and whimsical person. As a child, he was more likely to be caught daydreaming than engaging with peers.

While in college, Seb and another decided to start a podcast. It began as a way to talk about the lore surrounding the healing springs but, in its 2 years of existence, has expanded to discuss various supernatural lore from across cultures. As expected, Seb is very much a believer while his cohost is a skeptic through and through.

Now that he's out of college, and considering grad school, Seb is working at bella's books. In his opinion, it's the perfect job for him. He thoroughly enjoys meeting people and discussing books.

Speaking of books, he's currently working on a book. Don't ask about it or you'll be stuck for hours.

wanted connections:

friends (he's been here forever so all kinds of friends)

flings, exes

someone he has a crush on (can be unrequited -- will be a WC)

podcast host (WC)

coworkers/ owner of bella's books

neighbors

family (i'm thinking of a sibling -- potentially adopted)

[yellenabelova]

Thunderbolts* (2025) + text posts