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[bismyth-does-shit]

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[alyricalberry]

Building Bridges || Sebchel

Who: @alyricalberry & @bismythe 

When: October 16, 2018

Where: NYADA, outside Florence Farr

What: Rachel runs into Sebastian outside of her classes and they get to talking.

Warnings: None

Sebastian sits outside of Florence Farr, looking effortlessly cool in an all-black ensemble that helps him appear A) subtle and B) seductive. Subtlety is the important thing for a change. He's been hogging this bench for the past hour in this exact spot (despite another pair of students pointedly edging closer and closer until leaving in a huff, score Sebastian) absolutely crushing Little Alchemy on his phone and keeping a watch at the main door to the building. Any minute Rachel Barbra Berry should emerge, and Sebastian will be ready. Of course there are multiple doors to the building, but after a few promising conversations with classmates and random students, he's fairly certain he's in the right place to catch her after whatever she does there on the weekends. Personally, Sebastian doesn't think it's any of his business when a Bloodline family produces a "lost child" to bring into the fold, but unfortunately hers is not just any family. SmytheCo. has been steadily crushing the Corcoran family since before Sebastian was born and his father - his father, a troglodyte who barely comprehends the existence of multiple social media platforms -- texted him to keep an eye on the situation, so that's what he's going to do. Sebastian pauses his game play long enough for a full body stretch and a less covert glance of his surroundings. Not seeing -- or hearing, he's been assured he'll hear her long before he sees her -- Rachel, he snaps his Xtra Patience Infused gum between his molars and settles in for another round of waiting.

Rachel had spent her Saturday mostly as she normally did, which was by rehearsing in one if the Florence Farr study rooms. It had been a tradition of hers since she’d started at NYADA. Every Saturday, two hours if vocal rehearsal followed by dance practice after lunch. It was true that her dance practice bad fallen to the wayside lately, and that was mostly because she’d developed a new habit, which consisted mostly of pacing in front of Shelby Corcoran’s office doors. Sometimes Rachel almost got the courage to knock on the door to see if the woman—her mother—would speak to her. But Rachel knew it was a fruitless endeavour. Whenever Rachel tried to speak to Shelby after a class, she would deftly sweep away, pretending she hadn’t heard her. It was clear to Rachel Shelby had no intention of ever being more than her professor, but that still didn’t stop Rachel from wanting it. She was getting to know her grandparents, which was wonderful, but there were questions she had that only Shelby could answer, like questions about her father. But Rachel could never get past that wall Shelby had put up between them. And so after having spent near an hour pacing the hall outside Shelby’s office, Rachel gave up, like she usually did, knowing she would probably never have the courage to try to talk to her mother. And today, for some reason, the thought made her more upset than usual. She quickly walked out of Florence Farr and collapsed in the nearest bench she could find, not noticing the student dressed in all black already occupying half of it. She buried her face in her hands and let out a long sigh, trying to shake off the latest wave of disappointment at how her life was turning out.

Sebastian suppresses his instinctive reaction to seeing a person in emotional distress, which is usually telling them to take that shit elsewhere. Instead he pauses his game and calls upon the same mantra he's been using for years: Fake it 'til you make it. "Hey, uh," he says softly, just enough to catch her attention, "are you okay? Normally, I wouldn't ask but with everything going on," he trails off, looking away. Sebastian can be charming when he wants to be; put him with a group of people at a party, and they'll be MagicMorph in his hands before the night is over. Sebastian just needs an opening and if Feelings are his way in, then that's just what he's going to have to do.

Rachel jumped when she heard someone speak to her. She looked up and vaguely recognized him from Tumblr, and from Blaine talking about him. “Um, hi. You’re Sebastian, right?” She asked. She pushed her hair behind her ears and sat up straighter. “I’m fine, really. Some days are just a little tougher than others with everything going on, you know with finding out I’m a secret Bloodline, and my biological mother having absolutely no interest in talking to me. It’s... a lot,” she said with a bitter laugh. “Sorry, I don’t mean to unload all this on you, I know we barely know each other,” she added, wiping discreetly at her eyes.

Sebastian blinks. "Yeah, no, that sounds like a lot," he replies, to give himself time to re-evalute his strategy. Well. That was easier than he thought it would be. He expected a little hesitation before he could tease out the problem, but this is even better. "It's fine, really," Sebastian says, and realizes he might sound too eager. He clears his throat. Slow and easy does it, Sebastian. He repeats, in a calmer fashion, "It's fine, really. Sometimes people find it easier to talk to strangers to get an outside perspective." He shrugs, opening his messenger-style bag to retrieve his toiletries bag. He takes out his Magic Refresher Towel -- guaranteed to remove signs of tears without messing up her make up -- and hands it to her. "Nice to meet you. It's Rachel, right? We're, uh, mutuals on tumblr or something?" As if he doesn't know that already. "I'm sorry she doesn't want to talk to you. I'm sure you have important questions for her. If you don't mind me asking," Sebastian begins slowly, "if she won't talk to you, how did you find out?"

Rachel couldn't help but smile at Sebastian's sympathizing with her. It was nice having someone who would just listen to her. Even if he was a stranger. She accepted the towel from her and gently dabbed her eyes. "Thank you, and yes, that's me. You're friends with Blaine, right? He used to live in the room beside mine in Zephyrus, before he randomly moved to Notos. I still don't know what that's about," she told him. She pondered answering his question for a second. He wasn't the only student who'd ask her about all the drama that had unfolded in her life lately. But Santana's video was floating around somewhere so what was the point in hiding it. "Well, my grandparents—Caroline and Jacob Corcoran, I don't know if you've heard of them?—they found out about me somehow and had me watched by a bodyguard for a while before they decided to have him very publicly announce that I was the long lost Corcoran heir. That was a fun day," she said, somewhat bitterly. "Anyways, they're the ones I have contact with. Ms. Corcoran isn't very interested in having a relationship with her daughter, apparently. But that's okay. At least I have my grandparents, right?"

"Of a sort," Sebastian replies. Even though there really isn't much to say, he figures it can't hurt to give her some extra information. "I moved around a lot as a kid, so we haven't had a chance to catch up. Notos is located in the heart of campus and is a popular place for NYADA students to socialize, study, dine, and then tuck away high into the clouds for rest. I mean," -- is he quoting the brochure? He's quoting the brochure -- "It's also pretty secure from what I understand. Not the worst move to make." He nods thoughtfully. "One of the Corcorans usually attend one of the events hosted by my family, but they're pretty attached to their reclusive mystique. I'm surprised they decided to announce it so publicly. I couldn't begin to understand how you feel." No, really, Sebastian would be mortified to find out he was a Corcoran, but that's because he's already a Smythe. A downgrade like that? No, thanks. "At least you have your grandparents," Sebastian agrees, thinking it over. So her grandparents are onboard but their daughter isn't? Interesting. "Maybe their daughter just needs time to come around. You said you were adopted, right? If your grandparents are the ones who approached you, then maybe she just needs time to get over the shock of your... introduction into Bloodline Society the same way you do. And if not? Well, what can you do? Her loss."

"I get that it's just... it doesn't seem very Blaine-like for him to have up and moved like that. He and his roommate really got along. I just can't help but feel like something's up," Rachel explained, but decided to let the subject drop. She listened to Sebastian speak and couldn't help but smile. It was nice to have someone sympathize with her and actually understand what she was going through. "I know that. I know it's her loss. It still hurts, you know? Like I'm being completely rejected by my own mother," she told him. "But I am grateful to have my grandparents, at least. They've been so nice. I take it you don't really know much about them? No one else really seems to either. Maybe that's why they wanted to make it so public, to start being seen more in Bloodline society? I don't even know. I'm still very new to all this Bloodline stuff," she chuckled. "Anyways, I'm sorry to be dumping all this on you. Thank you for listening, Sebastian. I really do appreciate it."

Sebastian shrugs because what he does and does not think about Blaine Anderson is a para for another time. "You should trust your intuition," he says, without much feeling. That's like advise 101, right? He somehow keeps his expression sympathetic as he listens to Rachel pouring her heart out. Hopefully this isn't going to be a regular thing. "The Corcorans are pretty reclusive, so what I know is courtesy of the Bloodline Magic Gloryvine." He pretends to think for a moment, hoping enough time has passed for him the idea to seem spur of the moment instead of as a the manipulation for permanent openings for future conversations that it is. "Hey, I am the master of useless genealogy trivia- I can't really help with your mom, but if you need any advice on navigating all of the 'Bloodline stuff,' I'm happy to provide assistance. We bloodlines have to stick together, right?" he says, easing himself a little closer.

Rachel couldn't help but smile at Sebastian's words. "Thank you, Sebastian. That's actually really kind of you to offer," she said. She leaned into him when he scooted closer. "I think that would be great. God knows I could use the help," she added with a chuckle. "Give me your phone. I'll give you my number and we can meet up for coffee or something? I have to be going to my next class..."

[trickstersantana]

💰💸Huntbastian💸💰

Hunter: You should probably delete that instagram

Sebastian: Is this advice from Hunter HotMess Clarington? Does Jesus want me to delete it, Hunter?

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[infinnite]

(F2F) (Sebasfinn)

Finn: tried not to think about all the shit that went down the last July-a-thon. His frat bros were gone. Arjun was pissed off as hell and blamed Finn. Finn blamed himself. He had kept a low profile but fucking luck had it he was noticed everywhere he went. It was like high school again but worse. Now the students hated Finn for who he was, not who he was pretending to be. He slung the hoodie over his head though it was as gummy as swamp outside. Maybe obex would take his mind off everything if the bourbon didn't. He toed into Undique Stadium, throwing and catching the ball with his air affinity. He struck the obex's wall over and over, kinda wishing it was his brain he was hittin'.

[okjae-505]

Heliodor + gemsona doodle + bismuth

[artpearlspinel]

Read further under the cut

It seemed like the world itself stopped, blurred and started shaking. “H-how... h-h-h... H-h-HOW COULD YOU?!?!...” — shouted Pink Diamond at White out of chaotic mess of shock, fear, sadness and pure anger. The floor under her feet barely broke.

“...We are doing the best we can to prevent the further lack of resources we already have.” — White's smile faded a little, showing that her usual mood isn't actually as good as usual. The change of emotion on the Greatest Diamond's face also reflected on a small light pink face of a tiny A-Pearl which stood way more close to the Littlest Diamond and which just a few decades ago was just a lovable, innocent Spinel.

Now she was... different, and not because of shades of grey instead of colors. Her hairline and hairstyle changed a little, though her buns (?) still were in shape of hearts; there weren't huge pink gloves and shoes with only patterned ballerinas instead; her normal outfit partly changed to translucent (not as much translucent as real Pearl's though); but, most important, all her body became thin. Abnormally thin, even thiner than Pearls', and the very core of her being, her perfect-cut hot pink gem in shape of heart was now just a little light pink pearl, surrounded by black spot in form of heart, black as abyss, and even White's purest light couldn't lighten it up even a tiniest bit.

It was like Pink was looking at totally different gem, not her dearest Spinel, but the features of her face and the fact of the only Spinel existing in entire universe said otherwise. Pink's gem started stinging awfully.

“H-how could you!!! How could you have done THAT with my best friend?!?!” — now there was a huge crater in the floor. Pink Diamond yelled on top of her non-existing lungs.

White's smile disappeared completely, and if that change on White's face made Pink feel suddenly nervous, the exact same change on face of her only Homeworld friend after Pearl made her feel nauseous and caused even more pain in belly: without a smile, even a dead, facade White's smile, this childish, round face looked unnatural.

“We are fighting a serious war with Earth, Pink. Either way we wouldn't have to.” — White squinted, hinting Pink at what she is leading to.

It's your and your fault only.

Now watch this deadly pale face of your friend with hollow eyes and faint tear tracks on her cheeks frown and lecture you.

“S-Spinel... N-no... I...”

Her best friend couldn't hear her under White's control, but right now Pink haunted even an illusive chance to be heard and forgiven for her unfixable crime. She whispered her sorries, apologies and cried, cried with all of her heart.

“Consider it as one of consequences of your misbehavior, Starlight. At a state Homeworld is now, as long as war continues, drastic measures are justified.” — Pink Diamond wasn't sure if White said 'your' more dry than the rest; White's black eyes never left little Pink spot at her feet, her usual smile at the end of phrase returned.

***

Pink Diamond stormed into her room and grabbed her Pearl, squirming poor servant in very firm embrace as if she could disappear forever any moment.

“...M-my Diamond?” — asked Pearl shyly and confused in such low voice that even one Pebble wouldn't hear her. But Her Diamond heard.

“...The war must be stopped as soon as only possible...” — whispered Pink Diamond, and right at the middle of the phrase Pearl felt few teardrops on her back.

“Are you crying? W-what happened?!”

“Because of the lack of resources Homeworld started turning one Gems to anothers. By grinding their gemstones off, Pearl..!” — her voice trembled and was full of terror. Pearl's shock lasted way longer than she could count in such a state. Her eyes rounded in realization why her Diamond was so worried and winced at fear of what Pink talked about. Saving life on Earth, they sacrificed other gems’ lives here in Homeworld in such a twisted way. Pearl shook her head. Both evils were too big to choose.

“B-b-b-but we can't s-surrender n-now, R-Rose!” — she screamed in whisper, now pulling her short hair, desperately trying to come up with other solution and forgetting that everywhere but on Earth she couldn't call her master that name.

“We're not. There's another way, but I'm gonna need your help.” — Pink said unexpectedly serious and determined, looking right in Pearl's eyes.

She wished she hadn't had to do that. She wished Bismyth’s idea wasn't so actually good. She wished there was yet another way to fix the problem she created herself. She wished Spinel and dozens of other Gems had their original shape...

How much pain she must have been through...

She wished her best friend was fine... but she can't be saved now. Grinned off and controlled by White.

...If a Diamond's life, an all-encompassing grief and a lie as long as her existence are the price to stop the madness Homeworld started drowning itself in, she will pay it.

[kilruks-blog]

Zeus, Hestia, and Hephaestus

zeus: if you could have one power, what would it be?

hmmMMM healing powers probably

hestia: where do you live or want to live?

The cheesy answer I wanna give is “near my friends” lol. A more literal answer would probably be near the ocean.

hephaestus: what do you enjoy making?

!!! I enjoy making a lot of stuff :D cookies and cosplays and stuff. I like this question ^^

[brodylectric-blog]

Who are you voting for this election season?

Sean Weston for Parliament.

Seriously, superfluous question. I’ll be supporting my family. Don’t know if anyone remembers back in the stone ages a decade ago, so I’ll give you a quick recap:

Dinosaurs roamed the Earth, Johnny Cash loved June Carter and amphetamines, and the United Magic Council still used paper filing systems. This archaic system put our government and its citizens at risk, and was frankly ridiculous.

Pulling ourselves out of the mesozoic era single-handedly were the Westons, introducing the revolutionary idea of electronic security. In a historical and terribly obvious turn of events, we proved New Ages and our magic-of-the-future can be useful. We continue to prove it daily, with new innovations in security and electronic file storage. We address and handle threats to UMC file security, and push to keep our government connected to other governments across the globe with the click of a button.

How’d that sound, Bloodline crew? @classicallyclarington @wildevvitch @wingedfabray Oh and can’t forget @bismythe, your opinion means the world to me.

Before I go vomit and brush the taste of politics from my mouth, I’d also like to throw some support behind the Corcorans. New voices, New Age solidarity.

[bismyth-does-shit]

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[trickstersantana]

Sebastian Smythe 🦄 Alchemy Bloodline Witch

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[brodylectric-blog]

@bismythe replied to your post:

Unfortunate. I was going to ask you to tell Barack I said hi.

I never said I didn’t have an in.