#c: sebastien

[ofbloodandsnow]

// open starter @lunarcovestarters location: the Magnolia Inn, just after the White Elephant

Having heard of the White Elephant, Sébastien had made an effort to dress well for the occasion, participant or not but after the chaos of the night, he really didn't know why he bothered with it all. It was strange. He felt oddly unburdened, like he'd finally dropped this invisible weight he'd hardly noticed he'd been carrying until it threatened to break him in half.

Now, he was rumpled, carefree and practically itching to try out magic. 238 years old and not once had he attempted magic. He knew he was a dangerous man, it was what he was raised to be but magic? Magic had always been just too dangerous to even attempt. The only way to try magic was take some first. Finally throwing caution to the wind, he moved slowly through the panic, watching his potential prey, til he locked eyes with someone. Hello.

[mcvrae]

( @sevbastien envió ) — 014. en el interior de un barco en movimiento en el medio del lago. 

"seb..." se detiene de la orilla del barco mientras su mirada está fija en el horizonte. "¿también es posible marearse en un largo?" no había tomado eso en consideración antes de acceder al paseo. "no sé si estoy mareada o si ya bebí demasiado."

[mcvrae]

no es inusual que siga a poppy sin cuestionarla, es la seguridad con la que se mueve lo que hace que sea casi natural seguir sus indicaciones no verbales. suelta una risa casi sarcástica a penas la escucha. "sigo sin entender como se meten en tantos problemas, parece que los buscan." y es que el poco tiempo de convivencia con ellos ha sido suficiente para decidir que preferiría mantenerse lejos, aunque ya no parece ser una opción. "pero poppy, no digas eso en voz alta." no tiene oportunidad de añadir otro comentario antes de que su móvil emita un sonido exactamente al mismo tiempo que el de la castaña. "no me quiero acostumbrar a esto. parece que estamos en una película de terror." suelta un suspiro un poco dramático antes de desbloquear su celular. su mirada se dirige rápidamente hacia las de sus compañeros. "¿qué se supone que significa esto?" lleva su mano hasta su nuca, juega con su cabello con cierto nerviosismo que no puede ocultar. "¿no podemos hacer algo para regresar?" se anima a preguntar. "no creo que ir a estados unidos con ellos sea una buena idea." / @ambrvose, @einarchristie, @isovlde, @sevbastien

𓂃 ⋆  . ˚    starter grupal de:   el círculo de minerva. 

el principio de una jaqueca lleva un buen rato desarrollándose, se ha asentado con incluso más fuerza cuando cuchicheo general ha terminado por captar su atención junto con descarga de información que ha llegado apenas unos minutos después. se adelanta a instrucciones que seguro recibirá por parte de superiores y encuentra una sala vacía, moviéndose por el aeropuerto con autoridad que nadie se atreve a cuestionar. lo siguiente es acorralar al resto de sus compañeros, que no es tarea tan difícil cuando ninguno cuestiona demanda. “ creo que empiezo a entender a los del círculo de atenea. ” declara con desprecio cuando cierra la puerta sus espaldas y se enfrenta al resto del grupo. “ yo también preferiría volarme los sesos antes de seguir lidiando con todos sus desastres. ” y sin embargo ahí estaba, a punto de embarcarse en avión que se dirigía directo a infierno personal. chasquea la lengua con fastidio, comienza a formular plan de ataque respecto al audio cuando sonido de notificación la distrae. por fin, piensa, imaginándose que propios líderes se han dignado a comunicarse con ellos y es sorpresa desagradable que la recibe al bajar la mirada. “ esperen, se acaba de poner más interesante. ” anuncia, sin saber si el resto había recibido el mismo mensaje que ella. / @mcvrae, @ambrvose, @einarchristie, @isovlde, @sevbastien.

[immortalmuses]

The Summer Olympics are here once again, so I am once again thinking about The Old Guard Summer Olympics AUs

Nicky in multi-event sharpshooting, including 50 meter rifle three position, 10 meter air rifle, and 25 meter rapid fire pistol

Quynh in Women's and Mixed individual Recurve Archery, 70 meters

Andromache in (yup, you guessed it) the Equestrian sport of Three Day Eventing, individual and team. She fucking hates the Dressage phase (don't blame me, I'm an eventer too), but she's also got the steadiest hands and the quietest seat in the sport, so good luck getting a lower score.

Joe in.... Football? Rugby Sevens? Maybe Fencing? the Man is too multi-talented, I am open to ideas.

Booker is another likely candidate for Football. Or, interestingly, Handball? Apparently France is like the four-time European champions of Handball. 🤷‍♂️

Nile is another multi-talent, but since Team America is known to dominate in Athletics (344 gold medals!), let's consider her for 110 or 400 meter hurdles, pole vault, maybe high jump? Anyway she's a badass, she could do the Decathlon and make it look like a walk in the park.

Obviously they are all great friends that get up to a variety of shenanigans in the Olympic Villages (of which they do not all belong to the same ones, because who puts Equestrians with Sharpshooters and expects the place not to burn down?). There's shit-talking, romance, broken carbboard beds, you get the idea....

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[cantfightmoonlight]

@ofbloodandsnow

The merry cheers from the tables around her dulled into nothing more than a distant buzz in her ear as the Clan Leader sat at the bar of Cabaret, idly alone. The faintest of sigh escaped her parted lips as she lifted her gaze, taking note of where a bundle of mistletoe dangled above the barstool to her left before her captivatingly dark eyes fell back onto her glass. After the Council meeting she had just had, having to bear witness once more to the most painful memories she had spent centuries attempting to bury, Meena had wanted nothing more than to drown her bitter loneliness with the drink at hand. But, no matter how strong Cabaret's whiskey was, she could hardly shake the sinking feeling in her chest when the table behind her was filled with carolers and Just in Bloom had practically decked the entire town out in anticipation of the upcoming holiday festivities. She was just about to order another round when in walked the last person in town she had been expecting to see. "De tous les gin-joints de toutes les villes du monde," She muttered under her breath. The french he had once taught her rolled off the tip of her tongue with ease. Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, of course he'd find his way here. Downing back the last of the amber liquor, Meena slowly lifted her chin. Her eyes fell upon the storm blue gaze of the one she had once been ready to sacrifice everything for and, despite her best efforts, the unfazed smirk she wore like a shield faltered.

[kenxmatsui]

for: sebastien ( @ofbloodandsnow ) location: bad moon brewery

Not being able to go to his usual place for a drink, by both choice and circumstance, forced Ken in search of other establishments. While he would not step foot into wolf territory without a proper cause, nor will his go to drink ever be beer, Ken reasoned with himself that the other places would be worse off, at least here, he knew the owner. And Skye would be getting his opinion on this craft beer he had ordered -- took a sip and made a face -- whether the wolf appreciated comments or not. It was when he glanced up and noticed Sebastien sitting not too far off, distaste from the drink shifted to distaste at the sight. "Tell me," he said without a proper greeting, "How many knives are you carrying on you at this moment?"

[ofbloodandsnow]

Despite not giving his name when sending her the candy cane, it seemed Meena had sussed him out. Was it his handwriting or did she just recognise him in the note? Sébastien certainly recognised her hand, as well as the song. Merry Christmas.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS! - A CANDYCANE GRAM

While enjoying the festivities, you've received a candycane gram- the gram is a red & white candy cane with a red bow accompanied by sheet music from a song they had danced to back in 1813 with notes written in the margins in her handwriting. Attached to the gram is a card that reads-

To: @ofbloodandsnow Likewise. From:

[lasmoivras]

NUEVA ENTRADA . ──────-

Anoche se abrieron más que un par de archivos prohibidos como hemos podido comenzar a leer, en esta humilde narrativa no hay ex-novios, hay enemigos, así como está redactado, Lorraine Warren, la visionaria y Freddy Krueger, el devorador del sueño, pareciese que aprovecharon el anonimato no solamente para dar rienda suelta a aquello que pareciese prohibido en el día a día para ambos sino también algo que por gemidos que escapaban de boca femenina y que no eran precisamente plegarias podríamos inferir que había algo de necesitado en el encuentro. Sin embargo ahora estamos expectantes de la reacción no solamente de ISOLDE GÜLER ( @ivsolde ) al descubrir que a quien le estaba suplicando con tanto fervor no era nada más ni nada menos que SEBASTIEN CLARKE ( @sevbastien ). Aunque de algo podemos estar seguros, no hay forma de que pretendan que lo que encendieron dentro de esa habitación sea algo que se extinga fácilmente, sobre todo con la promesa de continuación que se hicieron entre besos. ¿Quién diría qué las invocaciones serían la especialidad de la bailarina? 

[meeghanreads]

Top 5 series I will start in 2024

Hello friends!! Welcome to Top 5 Tuesday!! This week’s topic is top 5 series I will start in 2024!! Because I really need in the world is to start more series that I don’t have time (or capacity) to finish. *Geez… who picks these bloody titles?? Oh right, it’s me…* In case you’re new around here, this is another post we hadn’t really been doing annually, but I guess we are now. Why? Because I…

[roseunspindle]

Books by “D” Authors I Own and Need to Read Part 1

[fireflaked]

ok here are my disorganized thoughts:

george is intelligent, curious, passionate, logical. i think his daemon would settle as a raccoon, because it's funny, but also because he is misunderstood. he comes off as rude and aloof at first, but when you get to know him you can see his softer side. before his daemon settles, she often took the form of an owl, cat, or rat. her name is minerva, but george calls her minnie.

lucy is a survivor, but she is also brave, loyal, empathetic, fierce, protective. when she finally found herself a family, she held on to them tightly. that is why she clashed with holly so much, she viewed her as an intruder who took lockwood and george's attention away from her (aside from her crush on lockwood). i think her daemon would settle as a grey wolf. something that shows how pack oriented she is, and how far she is willing to go to protect them. her daemon's name is sebastian, and before he settled he often took the form of a dog, badger, or goose.

lockwood was harder for me to decide, and i still go back and forth on it. he is charismatic, ambitious, brave, reckless, confident, energetic, warm. i think that his daemon settles as a bird of some kind, I am thinking a hawk. something that looks regal and fearless, a natural leader like him. his daemon is named kendra, and before she settled, she often took the form of a ferret, dog, or raven. everyone thought she was going to settle as a raven because she used that form so much, kind of as a representation of lockwood's death wish as a teenager. after the empty grave, lockwood worked through his grief with the help of his team, and was able to move on from that unhealthy state of mind.

i don't have names for holly or quill's daemons yet, but i think holly's would be a cat, and quill's would be a dog (maybe a poodle lmao)

lockwood and co his dark materials/daemon au. is this anything

[ofbloodandsnow]

// open starter (@lunarcovestarters) Location: Rec Centre

Sébastien was definitely beginning to regret his decision. He'd figured it was due time to start getting his life back on track and what better way that to kill three birds with one stone: get out of the house, meet new people and maybe even get a new hobby. Instead he was sat in a chair just outside the Rec Centre, unable to make himself actually step inside. "Oh, ouais, vise cette lieu - serra trés amusant(!)" 'Oh, yeah, let's check that place out - it'll be so fun(!)'

[akixxsstuff]

Masters Who Serve (Black Butler Smut Part 1)

Sebastian Michaelis x female reader

Slight NSFW content // Part one

Summary: You discover that you're little brother Ciel sold his soul for ultimate care and protection to his demon butler, Sebastian. But when you offer the same exchange to Sebastian he declines since he...

already had another proposition in mind.

"The queen is hosting a charity ball tonight so please dispose of any intruders to ensure her safety".

"Please bring me another cup of tea once you've finished with the laundry".

"Cancel my appointment with the seamstress this afternoon".

Every request of yours was immediately met by your demon butler, Sebastian.

"On your knees now mistress, my cock isn't very patient".

"Moan louder for me lass, I want everyone to hear you".

"Strip. I want to see every inch of your naked body right here and right now".

And every request of his was immediately met by you.

Protection and care in exchange for sex was the deal between you two until death did you part. With how rentless you both were with your demands the question always remained: who was really the master in this contract?

Was it you for having Sebastian constantly sacrifice himself for your safety? Or was it Sebastian for having you abandon any task in order to satisfy his lust? Was it you for working him to the bone with every kind of duty imaginable? Or was it him for not allowing you to ever be married or to sleep with another person?

As you ponder on all of this your mind takes you back to the very day you made your exchange...which was also the same day you lost your virginity.

"Sebastian! Take my soul too! I want you to protect and care for me just as you do to Ciel" you cried.

"Doesn't that seem a little unnecessary since my services also already benefit you? You are his sister after all my lady" Sebastian queried.

"Yes but once Ciel has his revenge you'll both be gone forever and I can't uphold the family name by myself. Together or alone me and Ciel can't do anything without you so just take my soul!".

"To be quite frank with you mistress I do not wish to go the same troubles once again for just another meal" Sebastian groaned.

"There must be something else that want" you whimpered.

Sebastian chuckled, "Because of your brother's contract I can not say that there isn't".

"Please Sebastien tell me" you begged.

"A human as beautiful as you would do perfectly in satisfying my carnal desires, you ought to receive some training of course but within time I know you'll be the perfect plaything" Sebastian smirked.

"Y-you're asking for my purity? We're not betrothed S-sebastian" you stammered while flushed.

Butterflies filled your stomach as you felt the silk of Sebastian's glove caress your cheek. "You're as sweet and sensitive as a fresh bouquet of orchids mistress, and I know you'll flourish immensely from some much-needed attention".

He gazed adoringly into your eyes and brushed your lip with his thumb, he was so close that you could smell the vanilla he was baking with earlier.

"I suppose you're right...what are your conditions?" you whispered in a daze. "To fornicate with me in anyway and anytime I desire as well as to never be betrothed nor fornicate with anyone but me" Sebastian devilishly smiled.

"You'll truly never allow me to fall in love? To be betrothed?" you whimpered as your heart sank. Sebastian leaned in even closer, "No husband will be able to protect you like me, isn't that the entire reason for this discussion? Y/N?".

You gasped as you felt Sebastian leave a trail of tender kisses down your neck, "Tell me your deepest desires...please...I need you" he softly groaned.

"Y-you will obey all my c-commands until my d-death, you will n-never discuss this n-negotiation with anyone but us and you will never lie to me" you choked as you felt the tip of his tongue glide slowly further down your neck.

You were in such a overwhelming daze of lust that you couldn't think clearly, which Sebastian took full advantage of, "I know you crave for more mistress so pledge to follow our contract". "I concur wholeheartedly" you breathlessly moaned without a second thought.

You weren't aware that all this passionate affection from Sebastian was nothing but a mere manipulation tactic. A hopeless romantic like you would never agree so readily to a contract of sexual slavery with a demon, so he needed to lure you in and you had completely fallen for it.

[ofbloodandsnow]

// bio

tw: character death, ptsd, depression, alcoholism

General

Name: Sébastien de Fortier Nickname(s): Bastien, Bas Birthdate: October 26th 1785 Age at Transformation: 29 Species: Vampire (Clan member) Blood Type: B+ Religion: Catholic Gender: Cisgender male Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Occupation: Unemployed Accent: slight French Location: Shadow Lake Transportation: None Biography: (x) Headcanons: (x)

Appearance

Faceclaim: César Domboy Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Black Height: 6'1 Body Type: Slender Style: TBA Scent: TBA Piercings: Ear (one in each lobe) Tattoos: one on his forearm (self-designed in memory of his family) Scars: a few here and there from training and swordplay Other Features: TBA

Background

Hometown: Marseille, France Financial Status: Upper Class Education Level: tutored till 18 by tutors in all relevant areas to merchantry, GED Languages: French (fluent, native), English (fluent), Spanish (fluent), German (conversational), ASL (beginner)

Relationships

Birth Order: Second Child Siblings: Henri de Fortier (older brother, deceased), Céleste de Fortier (younger sister, deceased) Mother: Adéline de Fortier née Cadieux (deceased) Father: Phillipe de Fortier (deceased) Sire: Theodore Moore (deceased) Significant Other(s): None Children: None Significant Relationships: Meena Raja (ex-lover) Pets: None

Health

Current Status: Physically Healthy Phobias: TBA Mental Disorders: PTSD, depression (recovering from) Physical Disorders: None Handicap(s): Mild Alcoholism

Personality

Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral Myers-Briggs: INTJ (The Architect) Zodiac Sign: Scorpio Positive Traits: Kind, easy-going, brave Negative Traits: Vengeful, impulsive, self-destructive Hobbies: Archery, swordplay Element: Fire

[ofbloodandsnow]

He might have felt more at ease but mistrust he still felt sharply. "You would show me, why?" Certainly not out of some misplaced affections from their brief time having known one another decades ago. He didn't even know if the man was entirely capable of affection, misplaced or otherwise. "Come now, Silas. You and I both know, in this town, gifts tend to come with a price." Usually, a rather significant one. He did not intend to be screwed over by some child with a God complex.

"You could say that, but it's not so bad, is it? It's kind of liberating, don't you think? Before this, you had no idea what you were truly capable of and now? You're a vampire who can do magic. How sweet is that?" He pointed out. A grin spreading from ear to ear as he took in the other man's disposition. "And I can show you too, if you'd like? Spells and the like. You can chalk it up to my gift to you."

[alovelywaytospendanevening]

Artnet: Saint Sebastian, The Gay Icon

Saint Sebastian by Guido Reni (left) and El Greco (right).

Despite Saint Sebastian’s popularity in art history, the details of his life are sparingly few. Saint Sebastian is venerated as an early Christian martyr and a saint by the Catholic and Orthodox churches and, according to fifth-century hagiography, during the Diocletian Persecution of Christians Sebastian, a member of the Praetorian Guard, was sentenced to death by the reining pagan Emperor Diocletian for espousing the teachings of Christianity.

He was tied to a tree and soldiers shot him with arrows, but according to Christian lore, Saint Sebastian miraculously survived, having been rescued and healed by Saint Irene of Rome. This scene of affliction and survival would become a popular artistic theme as early as medieval times, only growing more common in 16th- and 17th-century European painting.

Sebastian’s actual martyrdom, however, came after this initial assault. Having recovered, the saint attempted to confront the Diocletian face-to-face about his persecution of Christians. Guards clubbed the saint to death and his body was dumped into a sewer, only to be later recovered by Saint Lucy and buried in a Roman catacomb, where his remains are still today enshrined at the Basilica of St. Sebastian Outside the Walls.

Throughout the centuries, Saint Sebastian’s myth and legacy have shifted with cultural interests. During medieval times, Saint Sebastian was embraced as a patron of divine protection and culturally aligned with the god Apollo, resulting in the saint’s depiction as a beautiful and youthful young man (though often clad in armor, in keeping with his life as a soldier). With the emergence of the Black Death, however, his likeness shifted to one of a grizzled older man, more aligned with his historical age. His popularity as a protective intercessor against disease grew, however, and with it, his return to youthful attractiveness.

By the dawn of the Renaissance, artists were emulating prototypes of masculinity associated with the Greek world, and Saint Sebastian transformed into a figure of ephebic beauty—adolescent, lithe, idealized in form, and often covered only by a loin cloth. These images showed the saint, not in his actual moment of martyrdom, but in a more poetic moment of torture by arrows. Indeed, these Renaissance and Baroque depictions are rooted in the Catholic teachings about the permeability of saints’ bodies and the ecstasy experienced in their communion with the divine. 

In the modern era, the popularization of Saint Sebastian as an icon in the gay community often leads back to Guido Reni’s Martyrdom of St. Sebastian (c. 1615) arguably the most famous depiction of the saint. Oscar Wilde was known to have adored the work, which is in the collection of the Palazzo Rosso, in Genoa. In fact, Wilde went so far as to adopt the pen name Sebastian while exiled in Paris during the last years of his life.

Yukio Mishima (left) and Sebastien Moura (right) as Saint Sebastian.

Reni’s painting was similarly influential to the famed 20th-century Japanese author Yukio Mishima; in Mishima’s 1949 novel Confessions of a Mask, the book’s adolescent protagonist experiences a homosexual awakening while gazing at the very same painting. The references to the saint didn’t end there—Mishima, who was himself gay, went so far as to pose as Saint Sebastian in a now-infamous photographic portrait, taken not long before the writer’s death by suicide in 1970.

In the visual arts, too, these allusions to the saint have cropped up repeatedly throughout the 20th and 21st centuries. In the 1970s, Italian artist Luigi Ontani staged a provocative photograph of Saint Sebastian as a gay icon. In the 1976 film Sebastiane, filmmaker Derek Jarman engaged with the narrative of the saint to explore ties between sexual and spiritual ecstasy, through a specifically homoerotic lens. 

But what about these depictions of Saint Sebastian so resonated with the likes of Wilde and Mishima? Many observers, including Susan Sontag, have noted that Sebastian doesn’t yell out in anguish amid his wounding but endures the torment with an expression caught between pain and pleasure. Sontag called him the “exemplary sufferer.” His head is often flung back or forward rapturously. He conceals the depth of his emotions, experiencing both torments and pleasures privately, a feeling similar to the experience of gay identity for many men in the 20th century (and often to this day).

Others have interpreted the arrows piercing the saint’s body as phallic allusions and disguised references to homosexual sex, while his rope-tied hands can be seen through the lens of sadomasochism. Perhaps most concretely, the story of Saint Sebastian paralleled the experiences and fears of the closeted gay community—when Sebastian’s concealed true (Christian) identity was revealed, he was shunned, tormented, and killed by those in power, a harrowing tale that mirrored the gay experiences of being “outed” throughout modern history.

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