#nonbinary seb

[f1-disaster-bi]

A gift for @wolfsbanesbite based on their fic ✨️

All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd were chanting, "More"

[7clubs]

It's my birthday today!!! The previous year has been one of the most fruitful in my career and it's just been crazy thinking that I could actually make this graphic novelist thing work...

Anyway among the stuff I accomplished last year was finishing an entire novella!!! All I could ask for is that maybe more people get to read it :}

So if you 1. grew up on the internet. maybe in RP communities 2. like bittersweet and trans coming-of-age stories 3. wanna mourn the friends we made and lost along the way together. This is for you!!!

READ: EMMY & THE SECOND CHANCE

[cyberphuck]

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[pipeline-punchy]

beep beep we're back here

as i'm back at work now, my benefits have stopped, but work doesn't pay me until the 23rd, and i have about £2.60 to my name until then, which is nowhere near enough for food

anything at all helps, even just reblogs!

[webfooted]

GUYYSS i love shakespeare and also gay people

[amphibiangeorgerussel]

introducing nobinary!seb verse!! it's giving repressed. this will be up on my ao3 also <33

warnings for gender dysphoria and off the chart levels of repressed transphobia

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Seb clutched at the unincriminating paper bag with shaky hands, his hat was pulled low towards his eyebrows and he didn’t make eye contact when he muttered a quick, “Thank you,” to the cashier and passed over the thirty euros. It doesn’t matter, Seb had told himself - he’d be out of town soon enough anyway. Quickly, he scurried out of the shop, bag tucked tightly under his arm, he looked both ways down the street, as if an entire camera crew might be laying in wait to jump out and expose him. When he determined the coast was clear he swiftly headed off in the direction of his hotel. 

Later, when the dust had settled and Seb had enough time to hastily throw the sepia paper bag onto his nightstand and dutifully try his best to ignore it while he showered, he couldn’t help the growing sense of unease. It felt like the contents of the bag were seeping out throughout the room like a kind of deadly poison, spreading a creeping sense of regret and tension wherever it could. 

He lay in bed, hair still damp and vehemently not facing the bag atop his nightstand, instead glaring a hole into the opposing wall and manically biting his nails. A gnawing anxiety delved in the depths of his stomach, making him feel sick when he tried to so much as glance over at the item he’d bought. 

Seb realised that practically bolting out of the Red Bull garage after a race win might have looked more than a bit suspicious, especially considering the countless missed calls he’d ignored thereafter, but he couldn’t find it within himself to care. Not when his mind had been plagued with his plans all day, when he’d been nervous and on edge while driving at the thought of what he was doing later.

After what felt like an infinitely long time of restless legs and occasionally groaning in frustration, Seb finally hauled himself up in bed. He stood up, purposefully pacing around to the other side of the bed and snatching up the paper bag and pulling out the item inside before his brain really had time to protest. 

The skirt was soft. That was one of the reasons Seb had chosen it, he couldn’t help the way his eyes had widened from the way the soft, drapey, cotton had flowed under his fingers. Despite how inoffensive it was, just simple, black and fairly long - nothing flashy - the very sight of it churned the pits of anxiety in Seb’s stomach once again. 

There was something else, though, nestled in the swarm of unease that riddled Seb’s body. Something much more gentle, more like longing, the same thing that had piqued Seb’s interest just a couple days ago when he’d first spied the clothing store, and again when he’d finally plucked up the courage to browse their online store and stumbled across the skirt in question. The same giddiness he’d felt when he’d found out that it was in stock near him and that, yes, it was really happening when he’d gone in earlier that day.

Seb threw the bag to the side, not stopping to look at the skirt as he unfurled it and quickly pulled it on over his underwear. With shaking hands he smoothed out the thick fabric, noting the way the cotton flowed and shifted with every subtle movement. He walked over to the tall mirror at the other end of the room - though kept his gaze planted firmly at his feet. A part of Seb’s brain cursed the fact the skirt actually fit properly. He’d guessed his size - if it didn’t fit he could’ve shoved it back in the bag with the receipt, hastily returned it and could contently pretend the entire event had never happened. Alas, the thick waistband hugged his slim hips perfectly, the drapey fabric hung around his calves and flowed easily every time he took a step. 

He realised he should probably tuck his t-shirt in - should probably take his socks off too - but a desperate part of his brain protested, reasoning that that was too much effort. If he didn’t try, didn’t care too much, maybe this wouldn’t have to mean anything. 

It was pretty, Seb realised when he finally looked up. He was pretty. Seb had expected himself to look like a lot of things, ugly, confused, a poor imitation of the women whose company he fortuitously ended up in. But not pretty. 

He couldn’t resist the urge to twirl. Seb actually smiled at the way the fabric flared around his calves, he shifted experimentally, enjoying how freeing it felt. 

Sebastian’s joy was short-lived. He looked around the hotel room, at the white walls and crumpled sheets - all of it paid for in full by Red Bull. His mind cast back to earlier in the day, the sweet champagne and the top step of the podium, Christian’s beaming smile when he congratulated him on yet another win for the team he’d poured his life into. 

Seb couldn’t do this, couldn’t be this thing - not unless he wanted to put his, and everybody else’s, years of hard work to waste. He could hear Helmut’s voice already, telling him how they’ve ‘unfortunately decided not to renew his contract.’ 

He was a world drivers champion. There was no room for this. No room for hiding out in pretty fabrics and dark hotel rooms. He thought of the rumours - whispers jumping around the paddock of which drivers had smuggled seemingly random men in and out of their hotel rooms, about tasteless news reports based on half-baked truth about who was sleeping with who. That could never be him - he could never let it. 

Seb tore his eyes away from the mirror - unable to meet his own watery gaze. He turned back to the bleak room and tucked his arms around himself, squeezing his body in some weak attempt at comfort. The crumpled bed sheets felt familiar as he slumped back down onto the mattress, he pulled his knees up to his chest, the long skirt allowing his legs to move freely. 

Just five minutes, Seb thought to himself as he worried the hem between his fingers, inwardly longing to stand up, just to feel the fabric move as it had been - swaying and flowing like an extension of his body. Just five more minutes.

[cevans-is-classic]

Moment Twenty Three

Better late than never. I promise there are more moments half-written — I struggle to write WIPs when I know how long it has been since I've promised them and I deeply apologize!

18+ only, please. Sexual content is below.

Moments with Sebastian

My Masterlist and my Seb list!

Heat, heavy and rutting above you, pinning you into the soft empty beneath that had you gasping and shaking. 

You could feel the ache between your legs, the curl of fingers inside you, and a chuckle huffed against your thigh until the heat seemed to float and spread through your skin. 

“Baby-” The heat left a blush next to your ear, down your jaw, following the line of your neck down, down, down until you sunk further into the soft empty-

“Yes.” You gasped, jerking, fingers curling deep into the dark heat between your legs-

Electricity crackled across your skin, fireworks exploded behind your eyelids as they blinked open and the room swam into view — dark hair tangled in your finger, wetness tonguing at your over-sensitive skin, and when you breathe enough to look down blue eyes worshiped the length of you and melted when your gazes met. 

“Good morning.” Your legs trembled on either side of his head. 

Sebastian’s teeth skimmed your inner thigh, and fingers traced your hips to your torsos over your ribs until he followed the path with his lips and crawled up your body. 

“Did I wake you?” His hips curled and the head of his cock slid along you. The knock of his hand against your knee had your legs circling over his hips.

 Seb’s left hand came down, guiding himself inside you. Both of you groaned, collapsing into one another as he sank in. 

“I fucking hope so.” Each thrust pushed you higher, deeper into your pillow. One rough, sharp snap of his hips had one of your hands coming up to press into the headboard, one going to wrap around his neck and pull him down. 

Your bodies moved, rolled, and came together again and again as a slow, syrupy tension blended you into one another. His lips on your skin made you burst into flames as his body moved with the rhythm ocean during a storm.  

Powerful and all-encompassing. 

“Bast-” His mouth crashed onto yours, clicking your teeth together, his thighs sliding into and beneath yours as an arm came around your waist to pull you onto his lap. The hand that held your leg around his waist now tugged at your hair until he arched your throat.

You groaned, teeth catching your lip as the pain trickled from your scalp down your spine to curl hot through your stomach. Seb’s teeth lined your jaw, and the column of your neck to leave biting bruises on your collar and chest. Gravity pulled you down, helping guide your rhythm over his cock. 

The loose tendrils of sleep hang over your shoulders, leaving you in this balancing act of feeling out of your body and deep inside your body all at once. 

This feeling was addictive.

Nothing else could matter when you could have this. 

What deity blessed you to be allowed this kind of overwhelming, heart-collapsing electricity that charged from his blood to yours with every breath you passed back and forth? A beat came to life in the back of your mind with pulsing lights beneath your skin; are you awake? Is this a dream that buries itself deep into your mind that you aren’t sure if you want to wake up at all? A wall built inside you, brick by brick crafted with Sebastian’s hands and tongue holding you steady as it rose you high. Above and beyond the room you awoke in and the bed you sank into. 

Seb moved, your head falling back as he arched you closer to him guiding you closer, closer, closer — You felt otherworldly when he rained kisses onto your skin, groaned your name into your mouth, and squeezed your back tighter and tighter hips meeting in a growing fire. 

Distantly an alarm rang, blaring out crescendo beats that tangled with the slip and slide of your bodies pushing you to shove at Seb’s chest and press him flat into the mattress. His hands became iron holds on your hips, red, swollen lips singing benediction to the ceiling above you. 

The hazy colors around you swirled and twirled to the sound of alarms and moans. Sebastian growled out, a choked rough sound strangling him as it burst from his chest. He flipped you back over until you were once more pinned beneath him and left a prisoner to the pound of his hips. 

The wall rose. 

Higher. 

Higher. 

Yes.

“Fuck, yes, yes, yes-” The wall came falling down, your body snapped tight and waves crashed over and through you, drowning the cries of your name tumbling past his lips. 

Lazy mingling breath brought you both back down, fingers carding through your hair while you run your nails behind his shoulder blades, up, down, following the beat of his heart until his warm chest dropped onto yours, spit-slick lips brushing your cheek as rolled to the side. 

Your lungs heaved with air, laughter huffing between the two of you. 

“Good fucking morning to me.” You fanned your face and saw Seb shaking with laughter beside you. He rolled back over until he could rest his chin on your forehead and pull you closer to him. 

“Where did that come from?” Not that you are complaining, but damn that was one hell of a wake-up. 

He huffed out, “It’s Wednesday.” 

Your alarm went off again, a loud, piercing sound that made you jump and twist to slam your foot against it until the noise stopped. 

Sebastian was a mess of laughter and shaking. 

“It’s Wednesday?” 

He peeked a blue eye at you. “Yeah, Wednesday.” 

You looked at the clock and saw the bright green number staring back at you and the memory of your early morning meeting came charging forth

“You son of a bitch I didn’t have to wake until eight o’clock!” He was still laughing maniacally as you tried to smother him with a pillow.

@xoxoloverb @wonderbreadbucky @moonlacebeam @bolontiku

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DRV3: Resolute Rebellion - Character Intro 17...?

"Hello world!"

A tool used to test incomplete modded scenarios in the Prologue and Chapter 1, where Kaede is the protagonist still.

Incomplete files might still attempt to find Kaede on lines that haven't been edited yet. As the game will crash or softlock when it attempts to place the camera on a character who is not loaded on the map, Crash Handler Kaede prevents these situations by remaining loaded on the map regardless.

They're a peppy spirit, much like Kaede herself. Without any worries in the world, they perform their duties by receiving signals via the ahoge/antenna on their head.

[thenotsosmilingsnatcher]

My brother, to his friend he has over: this is my sister

The “sister”:

[ordinary-vanity]

one of the families in moonflower. Andrea and Martha are close, and consequently, so are July and Sebastian, who are closest in age.

[spicyicecube33]

Them💜💛

[7clubs]

What do you think about nonbinary seb hcs?

Hi anon are you new around here

[moonferry]

*rubbing hands together like a gremlin* you guys want some stardew headcanons thst have been rotating in my mind like a gas station hotdog? no? well here they are anyway.

* leah has a sketchbook full of candids of people from town. if you choose to romance leah, she has a LOT of sketches of the farmer

* sebastian is trans masculine/nonbinary and uses he/they pronouns

* leah is actually robin's younger sister & moved to pelican town because robin had mentioned how peaceful it was

* sandy is trans feminine (she's also soo wife)

* abby would've absolutely loved among us

* maru secretly has a crush on penny

* jas makes shane play dress up. he acts annoyed but enjoys spending time with jas

* clint is an avid reddit user . do with that what you will.

* i think abby majored in political studies or graphic design

* harvey has a tooth gap and freckles

* elliott has DEFINITELY recreated the fork-hairbrush scene from the little mermaid

* harvey is allergic to cats but he powers through for the farmer

* abby DEFINITELY uses tumblr

* harvey has a little plane nightlight. not because he's scared of the dark but because he thinks it's cool. if you romance him, he puts it in the child(ren)'s bedroom.

* elliott wears hair curlers to bed.

* penny has a collection of drawings that jas and vince made for her. she puts them on her fridge.

* sam is an android user (and yes, it's purely because people kept calling him "samsung")

* wlw haley. that is all.

* haley takes pictures and sometimes lets leah borrow them/use them as a painting reference

* sebby with top scars. ooogh.

* maru has a cluster of freckles on her shoulder shaped like the little dipper.

* abby dyes her hair & once did all rainbow and cosplayed rainbow dash.

* the farmer and haley often call and have late night gossip sessions

* sam's phone wallpaper is a really zoomed in or a 0.5 photo of the farmer / whoever is his partner

* sebastian types in all lower case

* sam types in all caps.

* i think it would be really funny if seb just had sam in his phone as Samson (that grammar and everything) just because it's so unlike his usual typing and he does it to piss sam off

* it's no secret that sam is very forgetful, however i think this helped him become friends with penny. penny is very organized and has every important date (ie birthdays) memorized. --- she NEVER forgets a birthday. --- one day, penny heard sam repeating a phrase to himself so he wouldn't forget what he needed to do. penny encouraged him to write it down and even showed him how to write on a rubber band. sam adopted this and everytime he sees penny he'll smile widely and hold up his wrist (which will have anywhere from 6-10 rubber bands at the time. poor boy).

that's all for now. i may add more later idk. let me know if y'all want me to rack my brain for more of these

[pressureplus]

HEYA HELLO HI

first, i want to genuinely thank you guys for the account's existence and your hard work. reading through the posts is often the highlight of my bleak days, and im immensely grateful for you providing those moments of joy :]

SECOND UH ID LIKE TO ORDER A SPECIFIC KINDA HEADCANONS LIST IF NO ONE MINDS AND IT HASN'T BEEN WRITTEN ALREADY ALRIGHT YEAH

a nonbinary reader who is pretty similar to Seb's stubborn, independent and sassy persona but WOMP WOMP, they're suddenly head over heels for him. NEITHER WANTS TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE FEELINGS (aka "HE'S FUCKING MARRIED, IT'S NOT MUTUAL AND IM BUSY WITH NOT DYING, BUT I CANT GET HIM OUT OF MY HEAD" & "I HAVE A WIFE AND THEY'RE JUST SOME EXPENDABLE BASTARD, GET OVER IT, SOLACE"). the distracting, unnecessary, painful pining. how do both cope and who's gonna break first? and most importantly, is either gonna throw their ego and rationality out the window to confess despite the fear of looking pathetic?

oooof i hope it's not too much and it's not breaking any rules. thank you in advance if you find it interesting enough for writing! :D

Awww, thanks so much! Although I should make it very clear the wife in question will remain vague and is NOT BASED ON ANYONE! Thanks for the request ❤️

♡Married! Sebastian Solace x NB! Similar! Reader Headcannons♡

Warnings: Sebastian is Married and Y/N is technically an Affair Partner

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He had found you interesting from the moment you opened your mouth and got sassy with him, mostly because most people don't have the balls to do it

Despite finding this slightly irritating, he also found it refreshing, so he didn't immediately shoot you if only for his own entertainment

A terrible mistake he'd soon find out

He developed some definitely unhealthy feelings the first time one of your comebacks had an almost flirtatious undertone

It was an accident on your part, but it got him thinking

He was a married man fawning quietly over you, how awful is that?

I mean of course he’s flashed the wedding band, and of course he's mentioned his wife when others flirt with him, but that doesn't change his feelings

If you flirted with him, would he really reject you?

Could he?

He hadn't known the touch of his wife in years, the softness of her hands, the warmth of her kisses

After everything that's happened he couldn't even remember her name. He should be able to remember his wifes name right?

Does he really even care about her? Does he love her now? Did he love her then?

It comes with an odd sense of guilt he doesn't like to look at. Especially when you do something that makes his heart flutter.

You, on the other hand, probably didn't develop any real feelings until he actually saved your ass.

You'd been running for your life and he’d snatched you up and into the vents, tossing you easily into his shop and shutting it behind you

His gaze transfixed on said vent, a hand on his gun. Something about him choosing to save your life while also putting up with your attitude was a little attractive…

Okay, insanely attractive

Sure, Sebastian’s guilt for being attracted to you is bad, but so is yours

You’re attracted to a married man who has absolutely gushed about his wife in front of you before. Even if it was only because someone tried to get a little flirty, what does that matter?

Honestly the mutual attraction makes it hard for you both to focus

Everything about that man is intoxicating, his smile, his laugh, his attitude. Can you really be judged for this?

Neither of you can focus on anything but each other whenever you’re both in a room.

It’s led to Sebastian getting surprised whenever another person buys something off him because he had no idea anyone else was in here

Its also led to you freaking out whenever one of the other expendable touches your shoulder without you having realized anyone was standing behind you

You hide it well…at least you hope you do?

The longing glances and quiet staring on both sides is unbearable though

Especially considering you’re both making those dolly eyes at each other, batting lashes and daydreaming

It’s cute but it’s also incredibly wrong of you two and you’re painfully aware of it

No amount of sharing food and acting like it’s not a date will make it less of a date

He’s already long since decided that he’s going to offer you come with him so you both can leave together

And though neither of you will have the heart to confess for quite a while, I think he’d do it on your way out. Something about you almost dying when you both escape makes him desperate to tell you how he really feels

When that ‘I think I’m in love with you’ slips out while he’s bandaging your arm that’s been cut by glass, how can you refuse?

Especially when you’re in love with him too?

He’ll toss that ring into the ocean once you reach the surface, his wife never loved him like you did anyway

[conceptofjoy]

how do u imagine the Dynamic between dave and davepeta postgame. ik ur more of a dsprite fan than dp but i think it could/would be Very fascinating. plays a role in cracking daves eggy loking thign

i love both very dearly :) i draw dsprite a lot more partly bc of the self imposed sprite rules i made for my pc au. seb’s an exception, lets just say some kind of splinter bullshit happened lol.

pre retcon dave had that convo w jade abt ds. the way he talked abt him’s can be easily summarized by saing “hes me when it’s beneficial and not me when it makes me uncomfortable/ makes me need to confront some things.”

he’d totally just compartmentalize any interactions in that way lmfao. oh so youre a catbird sprite thing? alright im an ally do your thing bro i mean they. nepeta’s side of things wants to just PRY him open and the dave side’s like this is going to be so much fun. dps wants to fuck with him SOOO badly but also doesnt want him to run away from the egg crackification process. dave keeps avoiding dps not so casually but jade keeps looking at him disappointedly so they have to hang out. jade knows that theyre pulling something’s so tells dps to ease up on dave but thats literally an impossible ask.

dps explains some stuff about the gender thing bc dave is only casually interested. totally.

DAVE: so like a boy and a girl came together to make a nonbinary person?

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B//< ummm

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33< something like that!

DAVE: i dunno it seems pretty clear cut

DAVE: oh shit unless the bird also had some kinda bird gender and shook things up

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: >B33< yeah i had to do all kinds of gender maths as soon as i came into existence

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33< did you know bird gender and cat gender cancel each other out?

DAVE: no shit?

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33< no that was a joke dump ass!

DAVE: i knew that

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33< sure

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33< well i dont think the bird had anything to do with the gender maths. or the sword

DAVE: sword gender…

DAVE: wait wasnt the bird a mama bird?

DAVE: seemed pretty intent on keeping our game egg to herself remember?

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B00< ohhh yeah

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33< my bad

DAVE: you remember being a bird???

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33< no comment

DAVE: oh shit thats not very dave of you

DAVE: any dave i know would jump right into a whole spiel about how tough life is as a single bird mom

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: >B33< well dave thats because… im not you!

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33< we went over this before! lets go back to the gender thing

DAVE: yeah yeah

DAVE: ok gender

DAVE: so a human boy a troll girl a bird mom and a sword walk into two kernel sprites

DAVE: wait shit do the kernel sprite have genders too?

DAVE: kernel gend-

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: XOO< holy shit i think i get what equius went through

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33< do you see what youre doing to me dave? youre making me sympathize with a sweaty and incredibly silly 13 year old troll boy

DAVE: haha youre funny as shit

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33< thank you

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33< yeah while the other components probably added some other gender stuff

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33< it was mostly dave and nepeta’s gender that influenced mine

DAVE: yeah alright

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33< like nepeta for example

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33< grew up away from society and barely had to deal with the caste system

DAVE: sure

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33< theres specifc roles assigned to each gender and caste but nepeta just didnt get the memo

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33< despite the friend group being a pretty non hemoist

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B??< hemoist?

DAVE: sure hemoist

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33< well despite the group being all “who gives a crap about your blood color and gender”

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33< nepeta still felt like there was just something no one decided to tell him that dictated every interaction he had with everyone else

DAVE: yeah i totally get tha-

DAVE: wait “him”?

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33< …

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: ‘833< what?

DAVE: wait was nepeta a boy???

DAVE: oh shit how did no one ever correct me this whole time-

DAVE: no wait pause

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: ‘B33< paws

DAVE: paws

DAVE: no stop that

DAVE: if nepeta’s a boy and im a boy…

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: ‘B33< …

DAVE: were you lying about the bird gender thing or???

DAVEPETASPRITE^2:

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33< yes dave. i really am part boy gender and part bird mom gender

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33< *SIGH* i think thats enough for today. i tried my best

DAVE: huh?

[galacticwarpedlense]

Happy Pride Month Yall! I finally decided to draw something not Elliott related for once! My boys! They are in love your honor even if they do not know it yet.

I like to see Seb as between nonbinary and bi gender. So like he/they pronouns.