#he is St Sebastian

[freeroamingllama]

St Sebastian and James Fitzjames

Sorry but I have watched this guy checking his bullet wounds an unhealthy number of times now...

[pygmy--tyrant]

I think if we ever got bi declan real it would have been done in like a one paragraph anecdote in his internal monologue about the most boring gay experience in the world and never brought up again. like at some point he would've been like 'once declan had slept with a senator's son, a man with the false american charm and loud presence of one used to getting what they wanted, for the political advantage. he had left promptly the next morning as if merely returning from a meeting, and had spent almost a whole hour staring at guido reni's st sebastian which he had stolen from the dulwich gallery without anyone noticing. the twisting, erotic form of the man seemed untouchably alien to anything declan could reach. what declan had felt the night before was merely a polite transaction - nothing like the passion this saint achieved just by dying' and it would leave us still kinda uncertain as whether or not that means he's actually into men or not

[slimeouppy]

fuel on the fire of a martyrdom complex / study of st sebastian by juan carreño de miranda

[magnolia-sunrise]

what have you gotten yourself into, lover mine?

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my homage to the history of homoerotic depictions of St. Sebastian, featuring none other than Bastien <3 this piece is inspired specifically by depictions from Guido Reni and Roberto Ferri, as well as James Clifton's paper on "The Erotics of the Axillary Pose"

[nyxinastris]

bro just had to hit the cunty st sebastian pose

[thatsprettylane]

Little Joe Cartwright + Whump (Part 3)

[talonsaga-trash]

Hi, um, what if, there was a dialogue when between Garret and Tristan while at a bar, it would be kinda funny to see Tristan drunk🤣

(Takes place directly post-inferno epilogue)

Tristan won second place in the drinking contest between himself and two dragons. Garret did not know whether to be impressed or concerned.

At least Tristan was a calm drunk, though— something Garret had known since he was fifteen was that when Tristan finally made it back from a night in town, he was never upset or angry. He usually beelined for water and bed and passed out for a good ten hours without interruptions, and it seemed this night wasn’t looking to be an exception, considering he had his head tilted back, staring at the ceiling, thoroughly ignoring the world around him. Loud music coming from the speakers, Riley animatedly talking to Mist about something or another, Jade scamming the barman for more drinks— she had, well and truly, drunk both Riley and Tristan under the table— Ember trying to get an alcoholic drink without Wes noticing and failing for the third hour and counting.

Experimentally, Garret leaned over and gave Tristan a poke. Tristan didn’t startle, like he would when he was sober. Just blinked slowly and continued to stare at the ceiling.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Garret tried.

“I’m playing beer pong in my head,” Tristan responded, like it was a calm and logical statement to make, and a normal activity to do. “I think I could calculate the parabola to make a good shot, but it’d come down to hand-eye coordination.”

God. It was easy to forget sometimes, under all of his charm and wit, but his partner was a nerd. A nerd who was staring at the ceiling and calculating parabolas for an imaginary game of beer pong.

“Are you gonna name yourself Patriarch?”

Wait, what?

“I don’t… plan to, no,” Garret responded slowly. Tristan hummed in acknowledgement, still staring at the ceiling. “Do you think I should?”

“No,” Tristan replied. “I killed the last guy. Let’s… not have any more Patriarchs. Or Elder Wyrms.” He furrowed his brow slightly, and then his eyes widened in some sort of realization. “Oh, I killed both of those guys.”

Garret winced. “You did, didn’t you?”

“Huh.” Tristan said. He didn’t say anything else for a long time. Just stared, wide-eyed, until Garret almost considered poking him again, or trying to convince him to start drinking water to hopefully curb the hangover.

“Beer pong again,” Tristan announced.

“Playing beer pong?”

“Yep.”

“How’s the math going?”

“Do you actually wanna know? You can get me a napkin, I’ll write it out.”

Garret snorted. “I’ll pass.”

Hopefully Tristan would remember this conversation in the morning. It was, maybe, one that was worth continuing on a more serious note. What it meant to be a leader of St. George, after what happened to the last one. What it meant to have killed the last one, and still remain in St. George.

But it was definitely a conversation to have while sober.

[ringneckedpheasant]

not catholic nor do I believe in their beliefs but I Do have st anthony on my keys as a sort of ward against losing them or locking them in my car for the 5th? 6th? time

[usyrps]

short fluffy prince-era hair you will always be famous to me !

[klazje]

he has such a catholic saint painting quality to him.

[sebcrumb]

biobienenapfel live 30.3.2023

[weezley]

anne really sits there and says "sebastian cannot take away my pain"

and MC goes "no, but i can"

[carlsdraws]

criston cole cursed with the jaime lannister season 4 haircut i see

[ask-sawtooth-and-co]

Lil Sebastian--> Investigate.

ST: SEBASTIAN STRIDER- ST: Oh my fucking god. ST: Sigh. ST: This is fine.

[poliodeuces]

i didnt include this in the post but here's one of my older st sebastian gentaro, based on gerrit van honthorst's painting

[ravenelyx]

I can't wait to write all about my victorian boy going absolutely feral in ilyet because clothing is... very different in the future