#c: seth

[aarontveit]

GRACELAND | 2013 - 2015 S01E05: O-Mouth

[cvopeland]

( @sharbolt envió ) — ALETORIO ; para un starter completamente aleatorio.

puede sentir el sol pegarle directamente en su rostro, tiene la necesidad de entrecerrar un poco sus ojos para poder adaptarse a la cantidad de luz que hay. sin embargo, no se queja, de cierta manera le agrada sentir cualquier otra cosa que no sea la constante preocupación e incertidumbre de todo lo que está pasando. no sabe con exactitud que hace en pomona, sentada en una de las mesas exteriores como se tratara de una alumna más, pero tampoco cuestiona las cosas que le generan paz en ese momento. tranquilidad no dura mucho, pues cuando ve al contrario acercarse, frunce ligeramente el ceño. no es que seth le desagrade, simplemente no sabe en quien puede confiar. "¿también necesitabas sentirte estudiante por un día?" cuestiona, sin saber muy bien de que otra manera entablar conversación.

[mindful-mateo]

location: Cannabites for: @witchysethharper

It felt vaguely disloyal to be at Cannabites when Mateo knew Shade and Rhys didn't get along at all. In fact, it seemed especially bad given what had recently gone down here with his best friend and Roland's sudden withdrawal after it. It had been a while since Mateo had been to a club, though, and he felt like he needed to work his way up to Euphoria. It seemed safer to start at the bar which was still very busy but didn't have quite the same vibe. He'd get there, he just needed a little more liquid courage first. Then again, he was also staying on alert in case Rhys called. He didn't think his friend had any intention of participating in the Halloween events but he might try to convince him to come out later.

The thunderbird had managed to actually get a seat even if it was at the bar, and was nursing his second drink. So far the glue on the fake mustache was holding and the cloth raven sewed onto his shoulder was still attached. It remained to be seen if they'd both survive the night. He'd been torn between a few literary costumes but figured Edgar Allan Poe was pretty recognizable and not too hard to do. He could throw in some poetry quotes every now and then too, just to stay in character. He wasn't doing that just now, just watching the crowd when he spotted a familiar face. Seth had been in the library pretty frequently and Mateo had always been happy to help him out. Rhys was also obviously a mutual connection and that all put together meant that Mateo had a fairly high opinion of the witch. Mateo had a moment where he wondered if he should give up his coveted seat to try and get his attention but the crowd seemed to push Seth his way anyway, at least close enough that he could try to talk to him with a reasonable chance of success even with the noise. Mateo smiled.

"Hey, Seth, how's it going? Have to say it's kind of weird seeing you outside the library."

[bad-dog-byron]

@witchysethharper

Location: Magical consultants office

Byron sat going through Rhys's friend's desk drawers looking for booze. The guy wasn't using it, what with being dead and all, and he was almost sure there was a bottle in there somewhere. He was waiting for Rhys to get back from either work or possibly a "date". Disgusting. Who even dated these days? Didn't that go out of fashion with poodle skirts and sock hops? He'd already raided Rhys's snacks and was paging through a copy of Ian McEwan's Atonement that Rhys kept hidden behind a big tome on divining using animal entrails. Amateur hour. He was leaving marginalia in tiny script so Rhys would know he'd found it, even though he had every intention of putting it back, meaning it could be months or years before Rhys discovered what he'd done, when a feral demon hybrid walked in. Byron didn't know for certain he was feral, but he smelled fresh from the pit, and they usually were. Whoever it was didn't look like a relative, but it was hard to keep track. He took one boot off the desk, offering one of the Hobnobs he'd been eating. "Cookie? I swear I can smell vodka in here somewhere, hang on."

[grimshawx]

Cannabites had been something of unique experience for the demon, not an unwanted one. He could give less for the owner of the establishment, but he knew that Seth loitered around these parts because of him. After his interaction with the owner he went on back to his search though with as much effort as he usually put into doing things. Moving through the crowd of people he'd lazily scan the faces surrounding him until they landed on who he was looking for. When their eyes met he signalled with his head towards the door, the exit, before heading towards it and slipping out.

He was leaning against the facade when the witch showed himself as he exited the building. Grimshaw holding a glass he'd been given before he left, watching the liquid swirl around the glass as the other came close. "Nauseating, isn't it? All this festive spirit is ironic for such a place like this." He'd say, keeping his gaze on his glass as he thought. A sigh leaving his lips before he downed the rest of what was inside, "But any excuse to drink and be an annoyance is good enough for me."

@witchysethharper

[councillor-roland]

"I don't know who that is." Roland watched movies occasionally and he thought he might have heard the name in reference to something to do with pop culture but he didn't really know and didn't care to know. If Seth was referencing it was probably something he could live without anyway. He finally seemed willing to do something useful, however, as he tapped away on his computer and spoke and Roland leaned forward a little. "That entirely depends on the names." There would at least be some of the names that would be familiar to him and depending on who they were they might have some kind of grudge against him. When the screen was turned towards him he studied the names carefully. He recognized most of them and most definitely spotted Seth's on there. His expression hardened but he didn't otherwise react right away. "How generous of you. Does that offer stand even if it was you I was determined to get vengeance on? I saw your name on the list." He decided to avoid the other question for now as he hadn't entirely worked it out yet. A wand would make sense though he would have to decide what he thought Seth might hate most, if Seth was indeed the one that had cast it on him. His reaction to the question would determine that though he supposed if he asked him directly Seth wouldn't be able to lie unless he just avoided the question. That would be telling, too.

"Very Regina George of you," Seth snorted, all too amused by the phrasing of "bad books." He squirmed in his seat, however, and tried to play it off as resetting his hands on his mouse and keyboard to check wand purchases. "Unfortunately, the wands purchased don't give me the specifics on who used what species change on who, it's just categorized by the general spell use. Hard to narrow things down from a dozen names, right?" He turned his screen to Roland for him to look. He'd also see Seth's name on there. "Course I can probably figure out who spelled you if you tell me what sort of, like, level revenge you're going for. Like, would it be a long-term psychological torment thing or another Spring Mischief spell? If it's the latter, I can spill and offer you a complimentary wand to accomplish your vengeance."

[faithtrustfaeriedust]

closed starter // @lonewolved

She's been sneezing fairy dust all over the table for the past five minutes, and her eyes are watering, which annoyingly blurs her vision. Faeries are sensitive creatures, but this is an Alara problem. Pinching the tip of her nose to contain another sneeze, she looks at the man sitting nearby. "Excuse me, I don't mean to sound rude, so I'm sorry if I do. Are you hiding a dog in your jacket? I'm allergic to certain furs and my allergies are acting up right now."

[laurabenanti]

KATHRYN HAHN vs. SETH ROGAN Hot Ones Versus — April 8, 2025

[lesbianalanwake]

Milchick when he's sending Miss Huang away and making her sad, Helly is pulling rank and telling him to fuck off, Dylan is killing himself and only being nice to Miss Huang, his boss is yelling at him for things outside of his control, and Mark is being surprisingly gentle with him over the phone and telling him that work is just work

[cvopeland]

una pequeña, casi imperceptible sonrisa se dibuja en sus labios al escuchar su propuesta. "esa es una mejor idea. no tenemos que engañar a nadie con estos cafés." a juzgar por sus expresiones, ninguno de los dos parece estar disfrutando realmente de la bebida que compraron.sube y baja los hombros en un gesto despreocupado, acompañándolo con un ligero ademán. "bueno, te tocará tomarte ese café si no estás dispuesto a enfrentarte a los justicieros del internet." ante la pregunta sobre los muffins, niega con la cabeza sin dudarlo. "¿qué te parece si mejor nos vamos de aquí?" sugiere. "conozco un bar que no está muy lejos."

da un asentimiento. "bueno, son mejores opciones." concede. sonrisa es entretenida y encuentra que, quizá, habría disfrutado más de un té helado que ese intento de café. aún así, no dice más en voz alta, cuidadoso de ser escuchado. "ahora que lo mencionas, podríamos ir a beber." ofrece alternativa, alzando las cejas mientras considera en mente opciones. así podría aprovechar de comprar algunas cervezas de camino al departamento de sereia. "tal vez, ¿pero has visto a los justicieros de internet?" pretende estremecimiento, actitud siempre dramática cuando niega con la cabeza. "es mejor caer en la demencia que en sus bocas." si bien suena como una broma, es un poco cierto, también. "muffin de chocolate, me gusta. ¿pido uno de vainilla y compartimos mitad y mitad?"

[hershuargames]

Things I learned during the 3rd week

[spareham]

Picture this | Severance | Helly & Milchick

[grimshawx]

It had been a good while since he'd visited the witch, with everything that was happening around them it wasn't so much of a shock. Their paths hadn't yet crossed either, and with a busines to run he hadn't had much time to seek him out. That was until today, he'd been rather bored with how slow the bank was so he took it upon himself to pay the witch a visit. It was easy enough to reach his place, even more so to enter it, regardless of if he was wanted or not. The demon was ever so confident that Seth wouldn't mind him dropping in as it was. "Been a busy bee lately, haven't you? Was starting to miss that head of yours." He said, idly moving about the space as if he owned it. An arrogant thought that perked up his already high mood, "And the rest of you, too." He added after a beat or two, throwing out a wink towards the other.

@witchysethharper

[terryblethings]

Hot take; I don’t like Sweet Vitriol. Not because I don’t like Cobel but because I think she didn’t deserve to be completely written out of the show.

[sycamoretrees]

i see you sanada...

Seth Rollins, WWE Raw 1.5.23 | SANADA, NJPW Sakura Genesis 5.4.25

Seth Rollins, WWE Raw 13.2.23 | SANADA, NJPW Sakura Genesis 5.4.25

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[cvopeland]

"cállate, seth." no era su intención sonar tan tajante, pero lo último que necesita es que le confirmen lo que ya teme, que tenían razón, que no iban a poder pasarla bien ni siquiera por un par de horas. no ofrece ningún otro comentario, solo mantiene la mirada fija en su móvil, leyendo e intentando procesar cada palabra de lo que ha sido publicado. su mente se detiene en seco cuando ve los nombres de carmine y theseus vinculados con lo que le sucedió a otis. su respiración se vuelve más pesada, su visión se siente borrosa. levanta la mirada hacia el contrario cuando él vuelve a hablar, pero no sabe qué responderle. abre la boca, pero la cierra al instante, incapaz de articular palabra. la desesperación comienza a apoderarse de ella. "necesito encontrar a carmy y a theseus." su tono de voz tiembla, reflejando la urgencia que siente. se esfuerza por respirar profundo, pero sus manos siguen temblando. "¿por qué publicaría eso?" sus pensamientos van a mil por hora, intentando encontrar una lógica en medio del caos. toma otro respiro, esta vez más entrecortado. "son un montón de mentiras, lo sabes, ¿verdad?"

“¿hm?” emite primero, curiosidad en alza ante cambio de expresión y voz ajena, y por ello es que no hace preguntas, sólo cede al buscar celular en bolsillo. sí, había sentido una vibración, pero creyó que sólo era el móvil de sereia, suyo propio en un estado de no molestar. “¿recuerdas cuando me preguntaste si tenía tan pocas esperanzas?” es lo único que dice mientras su mirada baja por todo el artículo, cada segundo que transcurre añadiendo confusión a facciones. relación de sereia con melodía provoca preocupación, ceño que se frunce ante las implicaciones que cavendish deja por escrito. cuando atención llega a su nombre, no le impresiona. de cierta forma, considerando los últimos eventos, lo estuvo esperando. resultaba fácil sacar conclusiones si sólo han hurgado en todos los vínculos del círculo desde la publicación del libro y la reaparición de amelia. la parte más calculadora de sí mismo encuentra sentido en acusación, clara relación entre él y alderich no iba a pasar desapercibida, y aunque fama estaba enlazada, no era por las razones que se pudieran creer por artículo. suspira con pesadez, poniendo los ojos en blanco. “no sé si quería redimirnos o volvernos carnada.” admite, y hay un movimiento de diestra que sugiere que iba a quitarse antifaz, pero se frena a mitad de camino. “dylan—esto va a acabar muy mal.” intuye, más que nada. “literalmente acaba de lanzar a melodía al frente sola. no me extrañaría que empiecen a apuntarse mutuamente.” y luego a ellos.