#sebastian sinclair

[roselynia]

Day 2 of Rose's Silly Creative Challenge:

Prompt #643: "You can't hate him for that." / "But I can hate him for a lot of other reasons." | @/creativepromptsforwriting | @creativepromptfills

POV: Third-person

Pairing: None

Original Character(s): Sebastian Sinclair, Theodore Sinclair | Mentions of Sylas Grey

Word Count: 960

Age Rating: E for everyone

A/N: I received some amazing feedback yesterday and decided I'd try writing from the third-person POV today. I also wrote this same story from a second-person, MC/Reader, POV since that is my usual writing style. I will post that as 2.5 tomorrow. ♥ I'm also adding a tag list (thank you, Rou) if anyone is interested in being tagged in what I write/draw for the month!

Tag List: @rou-luxe

The soft glow of Rothmore’s ever-lit lamps cast thin bands of light across the common lounge of The Phoenix Nest this evening; warm, golden tones reflected against the polished marble floors and the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the quiet campus. The lounge was spacious enough for all dorm members, but it felt strangely suffocating as Sebastian sat in one of the cushioned armchairs, leafing aimlessly through the pages of an ancient celestial tome while his brother, Theo, paced in simmering silence a few feet away.

“Honestly, Theo,” Sebastian began, lifting his gaze from the, currently, half-read page. His voice was its typical quiet, neutral tone, even though he could practically feel his twin's frustration as his own. “You can’t hate him for that.”

Theo paused mid-pace, running a hand through his artfully tousled hair. He exhaled slowly—like he was trying not to unleash an entire sermon of frustration to his brother. “But I can hate him for a lot of other reasons,” he retorted, his electric-blue eyes flashing with a carefully contained fury that didn’t suit his typical warm demeanor.

They both knew exactly who they were referring to: Sylas Grey—the Lilin who had effortlessly stolen the show in that afternoon’s mock duel for Advanced Combat Theory. Theo hadn't quite expected him to pull off a series of pinpoint strikes the way he did—swift and calculated, brimming with a dangerous expertise that he wouldn't ordinarily show.

The part that stung Theo wasn’t the fact that Sylas had bested him.

No.

It wasn't that simple.

It never would be.

Instead, it was the silent understanding that neither of them had really used their full power; that they never do.

For all Sylas’s cunning and skill, Theo could have responded in kind. Should have, even. However, certain…constraints...kept him from unleashing the brilliance that lurked just below his calm exterior—the same way Sylas’s father likely kept the demon on a tight leash, compelling him to conceal the full extent of his own abilities.

Sebastian shut his book with a gentle snap, setting it aside on a table beside the armchair. He noted how his twin’s glow—an aura that always reminded him of sunrise—was tinged with a tense, jagged edge now. “He beat you in a fair fight,” He pointed out, calm and measured. “He didn’t cheat. You know Professor Alstrom’s wards would have caught any foul play.”

Theo’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I know,” he admitted, exhaling. “That’s not what bothers me.” A pause followed, charged with unspoken thoughts. “It’s the way he looks at me, Seb. Like he knows I’m—We're hiding something…like he sees right through the façade.”

A brief flicker of concern passed over Sebastian’s face. “We all are,” he murmured. “Hiding something, I mean.”

Theo glanced at his brother, jaw set, unintentionally ignoring his murmured words. “He’s manipulative. He’s arrogant. He has no respect for boundaries, no—” He forced himself to stop, breathing in deeply. “He tries to provoke me, pushes me to show everyone what I can really do.”

Despite his brother’s frustration, Sebastian couldn’t help but empathize. "Maybe it’s because he’s in the same predicament, Theo," he suggested softly. "Bound by his father’s will. Forced to posture and hide his real self. You two are more alike than you’d ever give credit." He knew Theo hated hearing that, hated the suggestion that he and Sylas might share anything in common...but Sebastian could see the parallels as clearly as the glow of their shared bloodline. Sylas’s careful manipulation, Theo’s calculated charm—they were two sides of the same coin.

Theo scoffed, rolling his eyes at his twin's words. "Us? Alike? Hardly." But his voice lacked any true conviction. A flash of memory flickered in his mind—Sylas’s steel-gray eyes locking onto his mid-duel, sharp and searching. To Theo, it was as if Sylas seemed to see right through him—as if they were playing a dangerous game of chess where every move could expose the other to a checkmate.

Running a hand over his face, Theo sighed, frustration lacing his words. "I know exactly why he’s trying to provoke me. He’s testing me—trying to figure out who we really are. He knows we don’t belong here, not in the way everyone else thinks we do, not in the way everyone else does. He wants leverage, and he’ll get it if I let my guard down."

Sebastian studied his twin’s profile: the regal lines of his face, the faint shimmer in his pale skin, the identical halo of golden hair whenever the lamplight caught it at the right angle. There was something in Theo’s intensity that reminded Sebastian just how much responsibility he carried. "Maybe because he knows you’re playing a role, just like he is," Sebastian said gently. "And maybe he knows what it would mean if you found out his secrets before he found out yours."

Theo shook his head, his lips pressing into a thin line. “I’ll give him credit for being sharp, but I’m not giving him an inch, Seb." For the first time this evening, Theo's gaze met his twin's own. "Not until I find out everything he’s hiding and make sure he doesn’t get the better of us first.”

With a slight nod, Sebastian sighed, “I understand.” He picked up his discarded tome again. “But please, remember that we have to spend the rest of the year in the same suite with him. Don’t let your hatred blind you to the bigger picture.”

Theo looked away, arms folded over his chest. “Fine,” he said, quieter now. “I won’t start a war in the common area.” A pause, then a reluctant half-smile tugged at his lips. “But if he pushes me again, I will show him a hint of what I can do, Seb.”

Sebastian returned that same small smile to his stubborn older brother, even though he wanted to roll his eyes. “Sylas probably wants that, Theo. You shouldn't give him the satisfaction.” He glanced out the window briefly, but his attention quickly went back to the tome in his hands, returning to the page he left off on.

Knowing there was nothing left to be said as his twin returned to his 'studies', Theo simply nodded to himself, giving a faint hum of acknowledgment. He let his gaze linger on the darkened corridor that led to their shared suite area.

He understood all too well that the demon’s hidden potential possibly rivaled his own.

To others, it seemed as though the public humiliation of losing the duel was what unsettled Theo today—but in truth, it was the unspoken fear that Sylas might one day see through the carefully constructed appearance he and his twin had so meticulously crafted.

...Because if Sylas ever uncovered the reality behind their light...

Then, one day, Theo might have to show him exactly why the Seraphim of Elyrion are meant to be feared and revered—even if it meant exposing the true reason he and his brother had come to Etrealis in the first place.

[voidstifyinq]

Delusional Tax posting in 2023??? more likely than you think

It started with redrawing 2018 art and I just somehow made this in one night and I am so proud of it, they look so soft and I love them so!!!!! Based on the original Delusion Tax music video btw.

Those little sketches were made a few months ago I think?

The blonde cutie Sebastian belongs to @malice-and-macarons Read Delusional Tax here!!

[decaf-mother]

Wow, he really Malewifed his way into my heart.

[thesonofabitch]

I can safely say that Emma Myers is the only reason many men (including me) go to the theater to see the Minecraft movie. …………………………… puedo decir con seguridad que Emma Myers es la unica razon por la que muchos hombres (incluyendome) van al cine a ver la pelicula de Minecraft

[bezierballad]

Okay guys, it’s that time of day. You know what that means?

Time for another OC infodump.

Specifically about the head demon himself, Napoleon Salver.

I’ve mentioned that Napoleon (unlike Sebastian we’ll get to him later) can’t stand the idea of a demon fasting. Why? Because he’s done it himself.

Napoleon used to restrain himself on how many souls he eats (“quality over quantity” similar to Sebastian’s logic of soul consumption) however, he once got himself into a bind and nearly starved himself. Think like how you're trying to lose weight so you try to eat less and less only to end up nearly passing out due to lack of nutrients.

(Also keep in mind demons can’t starve to death like humans can. They basically start gradually losing their sanity until they reach a point of no return.)

Anyway, this plays even when Napoleon is in a contract with Adam.

See, the big difference between Napoleon and Sebastian is that:

Sebastian sees Ciel’s soul as a gourmet main course he’s been working so hard to make and he doesn’t wanna eat anything beforehand or else he’ll ruin his appetite.

Napoleon sees Adam’s soul as a last course. A fine dessert, one would say. It doesn’t matter to him how many souls he eats beforehand (as long as he eats enough to sustain himself) he’s just saving the best for last.

This even plays in at one point when him and Sebastian meet (when Sebastian and Ciel are investigating the inn on their mission):

Sebastian: "Hey, when was the last time you ate a soul?"

Napoleon: "Like five minutes ago. How about you?"

Sebastian: "Last time I ate? Probably... three years ago."

Napoleon: 😀 "...what."

There are other moments throughout the story where he makes an offer to his new fellow demon "tell you what, I’ll let you have the next soul of the guy who comes here" (or what’s basically "hey man, eat with us. The food’s on me.")

And Sebastian’s always like “No, I told you, I’m fasting. I’ll ruin my appetite,” (this being Sebastian who has stated he hates other demons who gourge greedily on souls, I don't think he even likes Napoleon to begin with) and Napoleon gets more and more fed up with this pitiful excuse.

Because Napoleon basically wants to "save" Sebastian from the fate he nearly entered himself. (Which was nearly starving himself to insanity.)

TL;DR Napoleon is one gay ass son of a bitch.

[nightmaresart]

"We're just a bunch of weirdos, And Sebastian, he's an honorary weirdo,"

Oooh I did say i had the urge to make an umbrella academy au for this group of losers. So here we are! The group has the powers while Sebastian is just a regular dude, he's just the older brother and helps this group by guiding them and giving them that parental advice they desperately need.

But let me talk you through their powers!

Ryan Seacrest, he has both umbrakinesis and photokinesis, he needs to find a balance with these powers or else he can drive the world into eternal darkness or eternal daylight.

Bo Cadieux, they have the ability to heal each and every wound on their body within seconds, they can also heal other peoples wounds. However this comes with the side affect that they literally take the wound from the person and get it inflicted on their own body instead.

Keira Jones, she has the ability to control the weather, it can be a bit tricky when her emotions are intertwined with it, she tries her best to stay calm so she doesn't accidentally cause a storm or a tornado to rip through the city. She's learning alot about herself with this ability, her autism isn't helping either.

Brooke Atkinson, her ability is basically a sonic scream alongside temporary flight, the result of this is the nickname Banshee. She doesn't necessarily like it, but she isn't gonna complain about it. She talks a bit more quiet because of it, she doesn't want to accidentally hurt someone or destroy a building with her voice.

Kai Williams, his power is Shape-shifting, he's not only able to shape shift into other people but also into animals. He's tricky to pin down when he's really trying to avoid being seen or discovered, but he doesn't tend to use his power as much, he likes himself just fine.

Elysia Sinclair, she has the ability to create portals to any place in the world she wants, this can be useful for travel but also to get away from situations she really doesn't want to be in at the moment. They do require her to concentrate, so in stressful situations it's tricky.

Sebastian Atkinson, he's the older brother of Brooke, an ex soldier who now spends his time as a bartender. He still takes care of the group and always has his door open for them should they need anything or just simply need to crash on the couch. He'll never turn them away.

[matcha--mochi]

A Hogwarts Legacy AU where my OC, having started school as a regular first-year, begins her sixth year developing not only strange, magical abilities but also strange, sensual feelings for a freckle-faced housemate who is anything but. If only she knew how deeply interwoven these separate dilemmas would become…

Chapter 7 is finally finished!

Enjoy the debauchery ❤️ there’s more to *come*

[emmie-tt]

Monthly Posting Schedule for the months of AUGUST

‼️this schedule only lists the dates the fics will be posted and the main character in the fic‼️

8-14-24 [Lee Bodecker]

8-15-24 [Jim Hopper] ‼️platonic‼️

8-16-24 [Steve Rogers]

8-17-24 [Bradley Bradshaw]

8-18-24 [Karen Wheeler] ‼️platonic‼️

8-19-24 [Jacob Black]

8-20-24 [Emmet Cullen]

8-21-24 [Ari Levensin]

8-22-24 [Fred Weasley]

8-23-24 [Lucas Sinclair] ‼️Platonic‼️

8-24-24 [Sebastian Stan]

8-25-24 [Luna Lovegood]

8-26-24 [Andy Barber]

8-27-24 [Bucky Barnes]

8-28-24 [Robin Buckley]

8-29-24 [Thomas Shelby]

8-30-24 [Mike Wheeler] ‼️platonic‼️

8-31-24 [Regulus Black]

Feel free to request for any of the characters that are NOT typed in pink font as that means they have already been requested for/ I’ve already chosen an idea!!

Also, if you’d like to be tagged in any of the fics just let me know!! I’m gonna make taglists for each show / character / celebrity!!

[ominousredherring]

❄️ HLMC December ❄️

Day Eight: Does your MC come from a different country? Do they celebrate Christmas differently?

Julianna: She was born and raised in London, England. Naturally, she would celebrate the 'usual' traditions. However, she isn't one to celebrate such a joyful holiday. That is, until a certain redhead waltzed in and simply - changed her perspective. Let me explain this, with a short story about traditions; both old and new.

- Christmas Traditions -

The date on the calendar was as clear as crystal, December 24th.

Christmas Eve.

The wind and snow rattled the windows of her little cottage, the growing storm would surely snow her in for the night... and more than likely the next several days.

At least she was in a warm space, she thought. Her living room glowed a warm shade of orange and the crackling from her fireplace permeated the silence as she sipped on her tea, letting out a deep sigh.

Walking over to her large bookshelf, she let her finger graze the spines of her books until she settled on one particular book; A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens.

A very fitting book she thought, chuckling to herself at the idea that her and Ebenezer Scrooge had a few things in common - they held indifference towards Christmas and they had ghosts that loved to remind them of who they really were.

Christmas was not a holiday Julianna associated with glad tidings and cheer like most others. Being raised in a desolate orphanage in central London, her life was difficult and often times unbearable. You would believe the owners would do something for the poor children who didn't have a family to bless them with gifts and love. Alas, she, along with the others, were not so lucky.

Once Lady Ellenburg called for lights out, some of the orphans would sneak out of their bed and scrounge up whatever they could find to celebrate Christmas. One year she remembered vividly, they attempted to make their own Christmas tree. A dead tree in a pot, a stained yellow ribbon tied to the top branch, and small bits of items; like a single jack, some playing cards, and a cool looking rock to serve as presents under the tree.

To say it was a pathetic attempt was a massive understatement compared to the trees she saw at Hogwarts. Twelve feet tall, beautifully decorated, lit up like a shining beacon in the night, making her feel just like the makeshift tree - small and pointless. Since then, she never celebrated Christmas with things like a tree, presents, or even with the presence of another. She much preferred to spend this time alone.

Her own lonesome tradition, bathed in silence.

As she sat in her comfy chair, nestled by the fire, a loud knock on the door stirred the silence. Startled, she set her book onto the tea table, grabbed her robe off the back of the chair and wrapped herself up as she crept up to the door.

Grabbing her wand, she held it towards the door and slowly reached for the handle. Her hands began to shake upon touching the cold handle and took a deep breath before swinging the door wide open and pointing her wand towards a figure who took up most of her doorway.

Of all things she expected, a wide-eyed Garreth Weasley standing in her doorway was the last thing she expected.

"Wait! Jules! It's just me!" he exclaimed, hastily raising his hands in a gesture of innocence.

"Garreth? What the bloody hell are you doing here?!" Julianna hissed in exasperation, her wand poised defensively but gradually lowering her wand.

"I wanted to see you." He stated simply, squeezing past her and making himself comfortable in her living room.

"By all means, come in." She whispered sarcastically, a chill running down her spine as she closed the door, still taken aback by Garreth's unexpected intrusion.

As he casually explored her living room, he inquired, "What are you up to this evening?" Garreth removed his scarf and gloves, setting them to the side.

Turning sharply towards him, Julianna closed the gap between them, catching him off guard and causing a blush to color his cheeks. "What are you doing here, Garreth?" she questioned. Her gaze locked onto his shining green eyes.

Despite his mildly arousing disheveled appearance, she knew that cutting to the chase would be the quickest route to get anything from him, especially when he is known to beat around the bush when confronted.

"Well, uhh...," he stammered, scratching his head in a feeble attempt to appear nonchalant, "I was in the neighborhood and wanted to stop by."

Arms crossed, Julianna arched her eyebrow at him. "In the neighborhood."

"Yes, just a little walk." he replied, attempting to maintain his composure.

She continued to scrutinize him, "In a blizzard."

"Yes." The weight of her deadpan stare bore down on him, making him shift uncomfortably. He felt transparent under Julianna's gaze, as if she could effortlessly read him like any of the books in her small library. But he would never deny any time to look into her eyes, his new favorite color.

"Right, and I'm the Queen of England." She scoffed, making her way back to her chair.

Garreth sighed, conceding, "Alright, you caught me. I wanted to come and invite you to join me for the evening." Turning towards her, he couldn't help but notice the soft glow of her cheeks, illuminated but the fire as she sat down. Her dark wavy hair cascaded down to her slightly exposed chest; the robe and silk nightdress she wore left little to the imagination of her toned figure. Unintentionally, his cheeks grew red at the thoughts that had crossed his mind since she opened the door.

"I thought you were spending Christmas with your family?" She asked, taking a large sip of her tea.

A few weeks prior, Garreth had extended an invitation to Julianna to join his family for Christmas dinner at his parent's cottage, hoping she would accept. However, she had politely declined, mentioning she had plans of her own. Garreth assumed she would be spending the holiday with the Sallows until he received an owl from them two days ago.

The Sallow's were spending Christmas in France with Sebastian's sister Anne, and upon their offer to join them, she declined. Concerned for her well-being, they asked Garreth to check on her, as she insisted on staying in Scotland, and he was more than happy to accept.

So, instead of attending his family's dinner, Garreth braved the blizzard to check on her. Upon seeing the lights in her window, he felt a bit heartbroken, suspecting that she might be intentionally keeping to herself.

But not this year. He won’t allow it.

"I thought you would be in France by now." Garreth said, crossing his arms inquisitively.

"I was, but I decided to stay home." she replied, her gaze meeting the floor.

"Well, nobody deserves to be alone for Christmas, so I am here to keep you company." he said with a warm smile.

Touched by his words, Julianna's eyes rose from the floor to his. She realized that she didn’t truly wish to be alone — she was just used to it. The brief silence between them was broken by Garreth's growling stomach, prompting a chuckle as a blush deepened from his cheeks to his ears.

“I’ll make us some soup. Go on and get warm by the fire okay?” She suggested with a kind smile. Rising from her chair, she let her hand graze Garreth's shoulder as she strolled towards the kitchen.

As Julianna prepared a simple vegetable soup, Garreth, now coatless and scarf-free, set his winter attire on the coat rack. He stood by the fire, warming his hands as his eyes wandered over the few belongings she had in the house. What struck him even more was the absence of decorations, a stark contrast to the festive atmosphere he was accustomed to during Christmas.

“Do you not decorate for Christmas?” Garreth turned his head towards Julianna who had just finished making their soup.

“No, I don’t.” She replied simply.

“Do you celebrate Christmas?” He inquired, noticing a momentary stiffness before she responded, keeping her back towards him.

“I used to.”

With a small frown, Garreth remembered that he was privy to her life before she attended Hogwarts. He had overheard his Aunt Matilda's private conversation with the late Professor Fig about her poor upbringing in the orphanage. The details made him sick to his stomach, knowing she had endured so many years of loneliness.

He could understand why she felt this way, but Garreth was determined to show her the warmth and joy she deserved. He wanted to demonstrate how colorful and beautiful the holiday season could be.

He had an idea.

In a sudden move, Garreth grabbed his coat and scarf, rushing towards the door just as Julianna was beginning to fill their bowls.

“I’ll be back in a second!” he yelled behind him.

“Where are you going? Your food is going to get cold!” She shouted, but Garreth didn’t hear, having already slammed the door shut behind him to trudge through the snow.

“Bloody idiot.” She whispered to herself, wondering what impulsive idea had possessed him to brave the wintry storm again.

After some time passed, Julianna had just finished her soup when the front door slammed open again. Startled by the sudden noise, she jumped and ran to the door, expecting to find Garreth. However, what greeted her was not him, but a tree.

He shoved the tree through the door, a beaming smile on his face as he dragged the tree through her living room and into the corner by her bookshelf, leaving hundreds of pine needles in its wake. The chaos of the moment left Julianna momentarily speechless, torn between amusement and exasperation at his unexpected antics.

“What is that.”

“It’s a tree.”

“Oh for the love of Merlin," she whispered to herself, pinching the bridge of her nose, "I mean why did you bring a tree into my house?”

“It’s a Christmas tree!” Garreth exclaimed with a wide grin. Her eyes widened a bit before they softened as she looked at the tree. It was just like the ones at Hogwarts, albeit much smaller of course, but her heart seemed to skip a beat at the kind gesture.

“I…”

“You don’t have to do anything. Just sit down, relax, and watch me work my magic.” He said, winking at her as he gestured for her to take a seat in her chair by the fire. Julianna couldn't help but smile, touched by his effort while watching him stabilize the tree.

She watched him for over an hour, meticulously putting together the tree and using his wand to adorn it with lights. The colorful glow certainly added a lively atmosphere to the room, but it still seemed like something was missing.

“And now, for the grand finale.” Garreth conjured an intricate glass star and levitated it to the top of the tree, using an illuminating spell to add a warm, soft light to it. The star glowed brightly in the room, casting a gentle radiance that added a touch of something special.

“What do you think? I know it’s not much but…” Garreth turned to Julianna, who had rose from her chair and stared at the tree, tears running down her face.

“Oh god, Jules, are you okay?” He panicked. He hadn't seen her cry since their days in school, and he wasn't quite sure how to handle such situations. Closing the distance between them, she wrapped her arms around him, enveloping them both in a comforting warmth.

“It’s perfect.” She whispered into his chest, quietly sobbing. Garreth, touched by her response, wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair, laying his chin on top of her head. He couldn’t help but smile as he squeezed her a bit harder, cherishing this rare moment of her vulnerability. Her small figure was comforting against him, gently swaying her from side to side in an effort to calm her down.

Julianna had never experienced such kindness and she was simply overwhelmed with emotions that felt too much to hold in. Garreth's large hands around the small of her back and the nape of her neck made her feel hot under his touch. Eventually, she pulled back softly, admiring his freckled face and his fiery red hair, which seemed to glow in the flickering firelight.

A dim light appeared above them, drawing her attention to a growing branch of mistletoe. Her eyes returned to his, and his gaze remained fixated on hers.

'Thank Merlin for wordless charms', he thought. She smiled as he leaned in , closing the distance, and pressed his lips against hers.

In that moment, underneath the enchanting glow of the mistletoe, warmth bloomed in Garreth's cheeks as he began to part from her. But to his surprise, she had wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back in for another kiss. The unexpected gesture left him pleasantly stunned, and he willingly surrendered to the warmth of her lips.

With the fire crackling nearby, casting a soft glow on the scene, her chest bloomed with warmth as their lips met a second, third and fourth, deepening each time. She no longer felt cold, abandoned, or alone as she had before he came. As Garreth tightened his hold on her, she let out a quick gasp, allowing her lips to open for his tongue to dance with hers.

After a few blissful minutes of breathless kissing and roaming hands, they finally parted. Hearts racing, they stared longingly into each other's eyes, the room feeling incredibly hot as they pulled away from each other.

Julianna discreetly wiped the bit of saliva from the corner of her mouth, her eyes locked onto Garreth. His gaze, however, roamed the fire as if it were the most interesting thing in the world while the blush on his cheeks, ears, and now bit of exposed chest shown a slight hue of pink.

“I’m so sorry, I um… I hope I wasn’t being too forward.” Julianna apologized.

“No! Not at all, it was amazing.” He replied, still blushing profusely as he returned his gaze to hers.

“You must still be hungry, let me go heat up your soup, while you get comfortable.” She went to warm up his soup while he settled onto the chaise lounge by the fire, admiring the tree which added a bit of cheer to the room, but not as much cheer as his heart felt.

Julianna brought his soup and sat next to him. He devoured it within seconds, making her laugh, which, in turn, made him smile. As they began to enjoy this simple moment, the window began to rattle from the oncoming wind. The snowstorm was getting worse, and they both concluded there was no way he was leaving for the night.

“What book is this?” He asked, picking up the book from the table.

“It’s A Christmas Carol. It’s a muggle book; you probably wouldn’t be interested.”

“I might! Would you read it to me?” Julianna’s eyes sparkled a bit from the question. Of course she wanted to read it.

“Alright.” She smiled.

Garreth turned to lay on the chaise, beckoning Julianna to sit in between his legs. She did so, wrapping them both up into a blanket, facing the fire and her new Christmas tree. She opened the book and began to read, feeling Garreth's fingers comb through her hair as he pressed a quick kiss to her temple.

“Marley was dead: to begin with,” she started, her voice carrying the weight of the classic tale. With each sentence, she became more animated, immersed in the story while Garreth listened intently with a warm smile on his face.

The snow and wind battering the window, the crackle of the fire, and Garreth's soft breathing near her ear, all blended into her new favorite kind of silence.

Her new favorite Christmas tradition.

[supervillain-smut]

Sending even more because your ratings are the best and as long as you're having fun I'm gonna go nuts.

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Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Luis Serra Navarro (my pfp makes my love for him obvious)

Chris Redfield (Specifically from Resident Evil: Death Island has me AUGHGUGJVKCJBK)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Vincent Sinclair

Sebastian Castellanos

Lol glad you're enjoying. I am, too!

IIIIIIIII... don't play CoD. Never have, never will. That being said, I have no idea about any of their personalities in this list, so I'm going off of physical appearance. 5/10. Not steaming hot, not fugly imo. Seems like a solid dude.

OOF. This one depends. Depending on remake vs original. Remake: looks? 7/10. Personality? 9/10. Love the change to his personality from the original. Original: Looks 9/10. I'm sorry but remake Luis looks kinda greasy compared to his og, not really a fan of the stubble the remake has going on. Personality 6/10. Stop being a creep, dude.

CHRRRIIIISSSS!!!! *ahem* sorry force of habit.

3.5/10. I have beef with him. Problems. Don't really like him. Probably my fault for starting the series at village, but still. Half points for THAT ASS.

UUUGGGHHHH YOU KNOW I HAVE A WEAKNESS FOR ACCENTS, MASKS, AND SNIPERS!! 9/10. Fanartists for him, I have something to tell you, from the bottom of my heart: this is your fault. Yall are TOO. DAMN. GOOD. At drawing him. He plagued my timeline on every platform, and I was not complaining.

MMMMMMMMMMMask. Long hair. Hands. Unfortunately, I'm just a *little bit* more of a Bo girl. 9/10.

Ah! Another survival horror protag I have issues with, but Seb differs slightly. TEW1? 6/10. He's a himbo and he's doing his best, but unfortunately he's caused too many deaths for me to excuse him. TEW2? Horrible. Awful pessimist. Negative Nancy. Captain Obvious. Ungrateful. 2/10.

[roselynia]

all of my favorite IFs have face claims and since I'm also working on an IF (where all my OCs are from), i've finally found the perfect face claim for Theo and Seb.

It's Oscar Wadsager, and now I feel determined to find face claims for the rest of my OCs-

[sugarysketches]

.:Originally made November 13th, 2023:.

Sukusuku Hakutaku.........

[decaf-mother]

Wow, this character is surrounded by an aura of tragedy.

I need them carnally.

[majestativa]

For instance on Good Friday after my father had read me the story of the Passion, I would live, deeply and inwardly moved, in that sorrowful, beautiful, pale and spectral yet monstrously vital world, in Gethsemane and on Golgotha, and when I heard Bach’s St. Matthew’s Passion the whole dark majestic glow of suffering in that mysterious world filled me with overpowering, mystical shudders. I still think this music and the “Actus Tragicus” are the epitome of all poetry, all artistic expression.

— Hermann Hesse, Demian: The Story of Emil Sinclair’s Youth, transl by Damion Searls, (2013)

[bezierballad]

Napoleon is one lazy son of a bitch compared to Sebastian.

Sebastian dresses Ciel up for the day every single morning.

Napoleon meanwhile is like "here Adam I picked out your clothes now get dressed, I'll be in the living room if you need somethin"

[nightmaresart]

I felt like they all needed 1. A proper full body design and 2. New and improved designs with how they've been developing in my head. So here we are!

This was also a good pose practice since I've been out of the loop for full bodies, considering I've been drawing alot of portraits

I am also working on new designs for the baldurs gate au version of them all, which includes different names for them. It'll take me some time because college has unfortunately started again and it's been draining my mental yet again.

These are also the designs I'll be mostly using for my own pjo story

Reblogs are highly appreciated ♡