#sebastien solace

[ghastigiggles]

... so there's this cringe shopkeeper,

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Wipだよ

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We need to headcanon characters having a ESSA more imo

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Sebastien Auclair

The Exchange Student

Sebastien Auclair | 21 yrs old | he/him:

Sebastien is in his third year of university attending NYU as an exchange student from the Paris College of Art. Although deeply rooted in his love for Paris, he's embarked on an exciting journey, studying photography and imaging in a different cultural landscape. Sebastien finds solace in the unfamiliar, always eager for a change of scenery.

Sebastien's one constant companion is always a camera, be it digital or film. Whether capturing the essence of a moment or freezing the play of light and shadow, he approaches photography with a mature eye and an innate talent for visual storytelling. A connoisseur of both refined and simple pleasures, Sebastien revels in the ambiance of a good jazz bar or losing himself in the pages of photo books at the library. His proficiency in English is notable, but occasionally, he encounters those untranslatable moments where words fall short.

Fueling his creative pursuits and late-night editing sessions is Sebastien's love for coffee. An avid espresso enthusiast, he secretly harbors a sweet spot for affogato, a taste that harks back to his part-time role as a barista in his brother's café in Paris. This exchange student seamlessly blends maturity with an easygoing nature, leaving an indelible mark on both his art and the coffee cups he leaves in his wake.

Scroll all the way down for a mini Q&A with Sebastien!

Top row left to right: Everyday, formal, activewear, sleepwear

Bottom row left to right: Party, swimwear, hot weather, cold weather

Sebastien Q&A

Q: What’s your sign?

A: My birthday is November 13, I think my sister said that means I'm a scorpion, oh I mean Scorpio. Is that right? What does it mean?

Q: How tall are you?

A: I'm 185 cm, oh or, I guess 6 feet 1 inch.

Q: Name your top 5 artists your listening to?

A: My top 5 favorite artists include Miles Davis, Chet Baker, Cecile McLorin Salvant, Billie Holiday, and Jazznova I really love their Funkhaus album.

Q: What’s your favorite food?

A: There was a great Greek place near my old place back in Paris so I have a fondness for Greek moussaka. The layers of eggplant, minced meat, and creamy béchamel are a really nice combination.

Q: What’s your ideal date?

A: First we go listen to some live jazz, we can share hushed conversation or dance depending on the energy from the band. Following the music-filled evening, we can fill or stomachs with tapas at a cozy Spanish restaurant, savoring the flavors of patatas bravas, chorizo, and gambas al ajillo.

[nxtdrdre]

owes/connects

owe: alina (r) - 5/7 vidalia (r) - 5/16 donna (s) - 5/13 owed: zoe (s) - 4/24 reagan (r) - 5/17 last updated: 5/17 Ava - After being confided in with something close to her heart, Andres' demeanor towards Ava changes completely. Now he feels like he needs to protect her in every possible way, even from himself.  Blair - Having been friendly in high school, Andres and Enya cross paths whilst in New York and find themselves connecting over their new lives,  away from Eldridge. They find solace in the fact that they both come from the same place and despite them being happy they ran from their hometown, it's comforting to have a part of their old lives close.  

Rowan - Coming from a broken home and spending his whole life searching for something greater, Andres fell into the comfort that was Rowan and his family. Suddenly, the two were inseparable and the MC had taken a liking to him as well, allowing him in and creating a brotherhood. They were the reason he had such an easy time leaving Eldridge and leaving it all behind. To this day, the boys have kept touch, and still have an unspoken language despite the time spent apart. Sebastien - discussing Stevie - Inseparable as they were growing up, it came as no surprise that when Andres fled Eldridge to New York, they would once cross paths again. But everything good always comes to an end and when Stevie ups and leaves, ghosting Andres in the process, he's left with a lump in his throat he's forced to swallow. Now as they reunite once more back in Eldridge due to unfortunate circumstances, Andres can't help the animosity he feels towards the best friend he used to be willing to kill for.  Tessa - discussing Vidalia - When the circus tour made its way to New York, Andres attended and immediately was drawn to Vida. A few dates later, everything went to shit, and Vida never wanted to see him again. But when the funeral brought them together once again, the two struggled with whether to bury the hatchet or to relive the past. Zoe - discussing 

[demeruart]

I found a really cute meme on Twitter and couldn't resist. My RP characters with either friends or romances. @bettsyversum is the original creator of the meme. Thalia, Jedric, Heron, Rene, Frigg, Sebastien, Solace, and Nika are mine. All the others belong to my friends.

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Rec Roundup - May 2021

Hello friends! It’s June! (i know, i know, wtf, right?) Which means that we have a nice long list of fics from May that we know you all will love. There’s a little bit of everything. Everyone can find something they enjoy on this smorgasbord of rare ships and gen!

So, look through the list and buckle in for some AMAZING fic!

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Aeration by @middyblue, Alexis & David, rated T, 4495 words

Summary: Isn’t her whole life proof that she can handle it? However shitty life gets, she puts one heel in front of the other and keeps walking, keeps going to the next adventure, the next thrill, because it’s when you stop that it catches up to you; it’s when you stop and there’s no one there that you start disappearing.

The night before she leaves Schitt's Creek, Alexis gets a text from Sebastien.

Rec [written by doingthemost]: This is a stunning fic that takes an unflinching look at the people that Alexis and David used to be, and the people they've become. I haven't read an Alexis character study that touched me quite so deeply. Check the tags!

and i’ve known you for a long time by @hullomoon, Stevie/Twyla, rated Gen, 574 words

Summary: While moving in together, Twyla discovers something from their childhood

Rec [written by samwhambam]: I love this little fic for multiple reasons! Stevie! Twyla! MOVING IN TOGETHER! REDISCOVERING SHARED MEMORIES. I love it all. Give it to me. It’s a sweet little slice of life and hullomoon killed it. Again. Per usual.

Every Night Has Its Dawn by @lilythesilly, Stevie/Ruth, rated G, 633 words

Summary: Everytime Ruth takes her to a new place, whether it’s a karaoke bar or a concert in the park or a cheesy tourist trap, or to try her favorite foods (sushi is so far a yes, the bistec Ruth made in her kitchen this afternoon is so far a yes, kimchi is so far a no) she watches Stevie with a bright smile, like she’s anticipating whatever her reaction is, good or bad.

Stevie never wants to stop chasing that smile. She’ll follow Ruth to a million different places in a million different cities if it means she gets to see that smile over and over again.

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Ruth + Stevie + Karaoke

Rec [written by doingthemost]: This is so pitch perfect, I could see it easily unfolding on my screen. I love the way you instantly get to understand the dynamics of their relationship through Stevie's amusing POV. This is a must-read for anyone curious about the ship!

The Future Is This Moment by floosilver8, Jake/David, rated E, 1774 words

Summary: Mostly canon compliant, David's POV for just before the cold open of S03E01 Opening Night

Rec [written by yourbuttervoicedbeau]: I’m such a sucker for David/Jake and this is super hot! I also love the tense shift at the end there.

High and Warm by lonelygrocerystore, Stevie/Twyla, rated T, 567 words

Summary: A (very stoned) Stevie and Twyla share a moment at Mutt's barn party and Stevie has feelings.

Rec [written by samwhambam]: Give me ALL the Stevie and Twyla making out while stoned at Mutt’s barm party. It is SUCH an underrated moment in the show. They both looked fantastic and it’s time we all really appreciated it. This fic is a combination of stoned making out and queer feelings and I really enjoyed it. So much. Highly recommend it.

In her brown eyes (the ones she gave to me) by @sarahlevys, Stevie/Ruth, rated G, 600 words

Summary: "I'm dating someone. Her name is Stevie."

Her mother tsks under her breath. "Stevie, ha? Sounds like a boy's name."

A laugh escapes Ruth despite her nerves. "Well – yes. I guess so."

Ruth tells her mother about her new relationship.

Rec [written by samwhambam]: This fic gave me mom feels. 😂 I read this and was really rooting for Ruth and I was so happy that her mom was receptive to meeting Stevie. It really breathes life into a character that we got limited screen time from. It’s a nice little treat!

Let’s all be with us by [orphaned account], Stevie/Albany/Jake, rated M, 1556 words

Summary: Jake and Stevie are at Café Tropical for their weekly milkshake the night of Jocelyn's baby sprinkle. After Albany overhears Klair saying breaking news: we still fucking hate her in regards to her at The Wobbly Elm, she flees back to where they'd indulged in lunch earlier that day, meeting the two of them in the process.

Rec [written by yourbuttervoicedbeau]: The thing I love most about fanfic is when I read something that makes me consider a character in a new way — or, honestly, makes me consider them full stop, which is something I’ve never really done with Albany. But this fic fleshes her out and gives her a damn good day.

my dress on the floor by @5ambreakdown, Stevie/Twyla, rated T, 4332 words

Summary: David smiles and squeezes his hand. “You’re cute.”

Before Patrick can respond any sort of way to that, he hears the door open behind them and turns to see Stevie enter, her eyes widening and mouth opening slightly. He hears her whisper, “Oh shit,” as she takes in Twyla behind the counter.

Huh.

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are stevie and twyla together? will patrick ever understand fashion? did i just vomit a bunch of words onto the page and didn't double check to make sure it was coherent? all these and more just might be answered!

Rec [written by samwhambam]: This is such a fun fic!! It’s told from Patrick’s POV as he slowly starts to notice some uhhhhh things between Stevie and Twyla. I love the Stevie and Twyla of it and I love David and Patrick being the classic best friends and getting super into it. I was smiling the entire time. It’s such a good fic and I kept getting distracted while writing this review because I keep reading the fic instead lmao.

rise and spin / over and over again by @anniemurphys, Alexis/Twyla, rated T, 2384 words

Summary: The apartment is dark when Alexis gets home, curtains drawn, air heavy. She wants to give in to the darkness, to curl up in it – but she also wants to pull her wife out.

Seven moments of grief, and one moment of hope.

Rec [written by doingthemost]: Please mind the tags! That said, if this is something you're comfortable reading, you'll find a devastating, breathtaking, captivating story in so few words. This is a fic that reminds me of how powerful fandom can be, and how we can often find solace and empathy in telling stories through these characters we love.

save it from the funny tricks of time by @hullomoon, David & Moira, rated G, 1114 words

Summary: While David helps her pack up her wigs, Moira reflects on their relationship.

Rec [written by yourbuttervoicedbeau]: David and Moira’s relationship is one that always fascinates me, and the parallel between the opening of the first episode of the show and this fic is so brilliantly done.

Sweaters In the Dead of Summer by @kindofspecificstore, Heather/Rachel, rated T, 2195 words

Summary: Rachel desperately wants to bury herself in the covers and never come out again. The lights were off last night- Heather didn’t have to see the patchwork that makes up her back and shoulders, the speckling of white and pink dots in varying stages of healing scars. She doesn’t like it. She’s not proud of it. But Rachel doesn’t really know how to fix it either. It’s not embarrassing, per se, just awkward to explain.

You know that feeling when you want to pop a zit?

Like that, but all the time. Except it’s all you think about. And you can’t control it.

Rec [written by doingthemost]: Yay, more Heather/Rachel! Please mind the tags with this one, but with that out of the way, this is a touching look at their relationship (every relationship in this fic, in addition to the Heather/Rachel, is treated so well!) and the importance of being seen and cared for.

To the end of reckoning by @dinnfameron, Patrick & Ronnie, rated T, 1308 words

Summary: He should get David a coffee. He could deliver it to the motel, see how he’s doing. His arm is raised halfway to flag Twyla down when he catches himself. David doesn’t want to see him right now. He may never want to see Patrick ever again. The thought makes him sick.

“Brewer.” Patrick turns at the sound of his name. There aren’t many people in this town who call him that, and sure enough, there’s Ronnie Lee at a table near the front. He’d missed her, somehow.

“You look like shit,” she says.

Rec [written by yourbuttervoicedbeau]: I love Patrick, I love Ronnie, I love anything and everything that explores the contentious relationship between the two of them. I love post-barbecue angst. Basically I love every single thing about this.

you make everything good by @rosedavid, Alexis/Twyla, rated G, 835 words

Summary: “Stop being grumpy, it’s lame."

Twyla has to go and visit her gaggle of cousins for two weeks, and Alexis is pouty about her girlfriend leaving for so long.

Rec [written by doingthemost]: This is an adorable little slice-of-life type of fic with some fun banter and some true-to-the-show Twyla moments! It's cute and funny and exactly what I love about the ship.

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Happy reading, friends!

[modern-day-tragedy]

Asking for help sometimes feels like a piece of hot coal in his mouth; whenever his lips part and a plea almost falls from them, the burning turns unbearable and it makes the words stuck in his throat until the moment passes and he looks around to find nothing but emptiness besides him. He got so used to it at one moment that he no longer tried to make his words heard over the desperation that seemed to color every part of his being.

That was before though; before his stupid decision, and that crushing mistake, and the exile that may have ended faster than any one of them had anticipated, but it still left such deep scars on his soul that he has to hide them carefully every time he moves, every time he talks.

Still, there are days when can't; days when he breaks.

(This is one of those days)

There wasn't just one event that sets him off; it was a morning like any other, and a day that goes by slowly, and they are all together. There is no mission, no death, no fear or pain or nightmares that have plagued him the night before. It is a normal day, a quiet day. Yet to him, it feels like he is drowning over and over again, and this time it isn't because of Quynh, because she is right there and she is no longer trapped.

(Then why does he feel like he is the one at the bottom of the ocean again?)

The others must have noticed his mood, because they all silently keep their distance; they are in the same house, but no one gets close to him. Joe doesn't try to get a reaction out of him with his teasing, Nicky doesn't sit close to him and Andy doesn't touch him once during the entire morning; there are no questions from Nile and Quynh is once again silent, too silent.

He braves through it for more than nine hours, but when the evening slowly comes knocking on their door, and everyone is getting ready to find solace in their own rooms, something in him breaks.

"Please don't give me space." He whispers over the steady sound of the tv show they are witching, but he knows they hear him in a way Joe almost drops the remote and Nicky looks like someone has told him his cooking sucks. Sebastien only has the strength to look at those two before his gaze falls down, but his lips don't stop moving.

"I can't stand the space, please don't give it to me." There was probably a better way to convey his message; and in any other setting, he would have probably been embarrassed at the sound of his voice, his posture and very appearance. But in that moment he was starting to shake and it took all in him not to run (it was in his blood; you run for too long and suddenly that's all you can do)

There is almost a visible shift in the universe after that.

Seconds later, and he is no longer alone.

Seconds later, and someone is pulling him into their arms, and suddenly the cold goes away; the tremors running through him are not threatening to knock him from his feet and there are voices, and hands, and kisses and hugs all around him. There is not a single piece of space empty, because they are all there, holding him and touching him - like it's the easiest thing for them to do, to love him.

(Later on, they tell him that; he thinks a part of him heals in that moment)

[hotspurpercy]

WIP INTRO ― the sevenfold throne

started ― february 2018 status ― first draft wordcount ― 5k  pov ― third, multi themes/tropes ― royalty / power / birthright & duty / prophecy & destiny / politics / mirrors & distorted reflections / narrative foils / everyone’s queer

SYNOPSIS ―

the kingdom of erymthia is torn. torn between the ruling de veres, a conquering dynasty, and the ousted de carachelles dynasty. while the de veres have the power, queen gabriele is losing herself to dementia, leaving her six children to try and steady the sinking ship that is her government. meanwhile, brilliant, vicious tatian de carachelles gathers power and allies, seeking to take back what was once his family's.

as discontent builds, the country begins to crack -- but there are greater forces at work. the forces of prophecy, destiny, things far beyond mortal comprehension. a reckoning is coming, and neither dynasty will come out unscathed.

TAGLIST ― send an ask to be added!

GENERAL TAGLIST ― @noloumna / @onheil / @mademoiselle-auger / @vandorens / @nallthatjazz / @starshots / @semblanche 

(note: i’m putting the characters under the tag because holy fuck are there a lot of them)

CHARACTERS ―

julien de vere ― the eldest de vere; the sunflower prince, beloved by the people. his kindness is both is saving and his undoing, making people love him but consuming him from the inside. dying, but he still smiles while coughing up blood

camille de gisors ― a former knight whose life was changed by a jousting accident, and now tatian’s husband, camille sides with the revolution out of love and bitterness. as a spymaster and manipulator, he’s an expert at destroying lives

apolline de vere ― every bit as sharp and ruthless as her older brother is kind and patient, apolline is the real power behind the throne -- and she's determined to keep it that way, to protect her family, no matter how much blood she has to spill

tatian de carachelles ― apolline's opposite number, a vicious and driven politician. tatian has had the supremacy of his dynasty drilled into him from childhood, and is hellbent on claiming the throne -- if not for himself, then for his daughter.

amelie de vere ― the black sheep, burning bright, defying her family and dancing to her own music. amelie lives to oppose, to be contrary, to prove herself something more than what her mother or sister want her to be.

laëtitia renard ― blacksmith and voice of the people, she’s seen far too much fire and destruction for a young woman. she wishes there was a peaceful path to justice, but she’s tired, and she’s angry. there will be no more fires.

sebastien de vere ― the younger twin, infinitely more delicate than his reckless brother; sebastien has always found his solace in religion. lately, though, his prayers have gone unanswered. he only hears one thing from his gods: a prophecy, promising destruction.

adrien de corriveau ― the money behind the revolution, a flamboyant nobleman who may or may not have poisoned his parents. adrien wants to live life to the full, but he can’t do that with the voice screaming in his mind, screaming blood and death and grief.

rafael de vere ― the eldest of the twins, a skilled, reckless swordsman. rafael chases adrenaline wherever he can find it, living a carefree life of pleasure in chatelet coeurcheval. despite his recklessness, he's terrified of death and pain -- the very things that haunt his dreams.

sigolène thénevet ― an ex-soldier who joined up so young that when she was dishonourably discharged, she found war was all she knew, her only home. she ended up with the revolution by chance, seeking conflict wherever she can find it.

marcel de vere ― the youngest de vere sibling, marcel has always been discounted for his shyness, tucked away and protected by his siblings. but he won't be safe much longer; he'll have to grow up quickly, finding his place in the twisted web of fate.

jelena pastukh ― a nyrish arms dealer and sword-for-hire; sigolène’s boss. like her right-hand lady, all jelena knows is violence -- but she relishes in it. she colours her life with blood, with viscera, with the thrill of the kill; the only reason she stands with the revolution is the power it affords her.

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oogghhh my god sebastien solace pressure....

[wildlittlefoxsworld]

Fic request: for Joe and Nicky, Sebastien was the exciting first 'baby' immortal to joint the team. They didn't expect the baby to turn out to be a man crushed by grief and haunted by nightmares of a woman drowning in an iron coffin. Sebastien is not ajusting to his new life as well as he pretends to. Joe and Nicky see through the cracks and try to help and comfort him in their own way (angst, fluff, smut- anything goes ✌️)

Make me forget | The Old Guard | Nicky x Joe x Booker (Edited)

A/N: It was the first time I wrote for this pairing. Well, I am not used to write threesomes ;)

I hope you like it, Nonnie, sorry it took me a while 😁

Warnings: nightmares, hurt, depressed, sad Booker, suicidal thoughts, kissing a man for the first time, oral sex

Masterlist

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„We can’t replace your wife or children, but we can be more for you than just fellows, we can be your new family. We can hold you close in the night, we can soothe your pain, we can be everything you want us to be. Your friends, your brothers, even your lovers. You should know we love you, no matter in what relationship you want or need us. We will be always there for you, Sebastien.”

Sebastien’s heart ached by Joe’s words and he shed a single tear when he snuggled deeper in Nicky’s strong arms, his face buried in nape of the neck he inhaled deeply the calming scent of the person he gave him so much more than just a new home to stay. He didn’t forget about Joe, pressed to his back with one arm wrapped around his waist, who was always so patient with him.

Sebastien knew he didn’t deserve to be loved. He didn’t deserve their care and compassion. He disappointed his wife and children, he couldn’t give them what they’ve craved, it felt like he lost them the moment they discovered his secret. The hatred in their eyes as if he had voluntarily betrayed them and then all of his family members had died. He was still on this forsaken earth, wandering around with hope to find the Reaper who would take his life away like God had given him a long time ago.

He wished his life would have end in 1812. They hanged him, because he was a deserter. On this day his fate was sealed. In the moment his heart beat one last time he thought that he would wait for his family on the other side, he would see them again. But when he revived and he understood in the following years that he never would receive mercy from God in form of the irrevocable death, he knew his misery and grief would never end.

Sebastien let out a muffled sob and the tears soaked Nicky’s shirt. He was scared what the night would bring, the eyes of his wife when she realized he wouldn’t give her the gift of immortality as she called it, the shouting of his son that he wouldn’t love him or the woman in the iron coffin. The worst nightmares made him waking up screaming on the top of his lungs and the cold sweat sticky on his skin.

“What do you need, mon chéri? All you have is to ask,” Nicky’s soothing voice whispered in his ear. Sebastien exhaled shakily and looked up at the man with the blue eyes. “Make me forget.”

Their clothes disappeared and all Sebastien felt was two pair of hands massaging his body, fingers dug into his soft flesh and lips left marks that faded away in the blink of an eye. A tongue flicked his nipple and a hand was wrapped firmly around his hard cock, stroking him with perfect pressure and pace.

“We fulfil your wish with pleasure. You honour us that you let us take care of you. May I kiss you?” Joe declared and Sebastien turned his head slowly, met Joe’s benevolent gaze and his hand reached back to trace the dark beard with his fingertips. Sebastien shoved his hand in the black locks and then their lips touched for the first time. Their mouths moved slow and sensual and Joe’s hand cupped his chin. Soon tongues tangled and danced fiercely and another mouth sucked on the sensitive skin of his neck.

Sebastien never shared kissed with a man before. He thought about his wife and felt immediately guilty that he enjoyed the kiss with Joe. He didn't lay with other women since he married her and he should stop these interactions with Joe, but he wanted to be felt loved, he wanted that they took care of him. He wanted to forget and if it would be only for one night, he will take gladly everything they would offer him.

“So beautiful. Look at him, Nicolò,” Joe remarked and Nicky roamed the body before him. Sebastien was breathing fast and opened his eyes lazily when Joe spoke. The men met his lust clouded gaze. He scrunched his eyes when the hand moved faster and he moaned low in his chest.

“He is still with us… he can hear us… maybe we should maximize our efforts so he only thinks about us,” Nicky suggested grinning.

“Your turn, my love?” But it wasn’t a question, because the hand disappeared from his aching member in silence and someone shifted their position on the bed. Sebastien was aware that his new found ‘lovers’ spoiled him generous with touches and kisses, what he thought he would never receive again in his life.

“Show him how perfect your mouth is,” Joe mumbled with pride in his voice, but Sebastien couldn’t capture the meaning of the words, because his cock was engulfed in the warmth and wetness of Nicky’s mouth. He gasped when he pulled back with deep level of suction. Sebastien loved every second of the treatment and the memories of his night terrors faded with every lick of Nicky’s skilled tongue. He choked on a moan when Nicky’s hand began to kneed his butt cheeks and encouraged him to move his hips to take what he needed so desperately.

Another mouth found his way back to Sebastien and Joe swallowed all of his moans and screams when his body shook from his release that caused Nicky’s heavenly mouth.

Nicky and Joe placed Sebastien, satisfied and exhausted, between them and they watched happily that he was snoring quietly.

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“Maybe he will let us more often to share the bed with him. I really enjoyed our time together,” Nicky whispered so he wouldn’t wake Sebastien. Joe nodded with a smile and he kissed his lover passionately.

Sebastien expierenced for the first time since he lost his family that someone cared for him and he felt growing affection and gratitude for the both men. Maybe he would hate himself a little less after this night, but tomorrow was a new day and he knew the nightmares, the grief and sadness, feeling hopeless and the wish of ending his life would come back.

But he also knew Nicky and Joe would be there for him and hold him close at night trying to give solace.

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I want to write more for Nicky and Joe 🤩💜🧡💛💚💙❤

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[szanella]

Who was he to fall in love with the sun?

SOLACE - Filmed & Directed by Sebastien Zanella / Starring Jake Mckeown

Based on my book : https://bit.ly/3amOkj5

[thedeathofcool]

 Who was he to fall in love with the sun?

SOLACE - Filmed & Directed by Sebastien Zanella / Starring Jake Mckeown

Based on the book by Sebastien Zanella : https://bit.ly/3amOkj5

[ships-to-sail]

Heyoo

So, quick moment just to say: the last month I’ve spent writing fanfiction in this community has been such an overwhelming blessing. I finished watching season five the same day my dad got diagnosed with his brain tumor, and rewatching the seasons has become a true emotional saving grace. I gave myself a goal of posting a fic/chapter/piece of writing every day for a month before the premier, and in that time I’ve manged to post over 92K of words for two smoopy soft boys who are in love. I’m linking to some of my favorites below the fold but if you’d like to, I’m on AO3 as ships_to_sail and I’d love to have you come say hi.

Really this is all just to say that I love you all very dearly, and I’m not going to be able to see through the tears long well enough tonight to tell you, so here it is

I don’t gamble but if I did I’d bet on us: “Thank you for calling 94.1 CBC Radio, this is ‘What the Folk’, my name is Patrick and you’re on the air!” His voice sounds too loud in his headphones, and he hopes to God he’s not shouting. Shouting at his first ever on-air caller would be just his fucking luck.“Hi, Patrick? Yes, who do I speak to about the fact that you’ve played six Lumineers songs in the last hour?”*Patrick is a late-night folk radio DJ, David is the owner of a car with a broken radio dial and opinions that need to be shared. (23K, T, David/Patrick)

the simplest terms and most convenient definitions: 'Just like always' was exactly the way Patrick didn't want his senior year to be. As he slipped into the desk next to Rachel, though, and looked around at the familiar classroom walls, and nodded towards the same 15 people he'd expected to see, he felt himself get itchy under his skin. He was so, so fucking glad he only had one more year until he'd be out of college and living a life that just looked...different.The second bell rang at 8:00 on the dot, and just like that Patrick's Year Twelve began.Or; the first two weeks at Schitt's Creek High School (13K, T, David/Patrick, David/Sebastien, David & Stevie, Alexis/Ted)

incredible at handjobs and a 1560 on the SATs: Four strangers (sort of) picked to ride in a car, go to a party, and have their lives changed. It's time to find out what happens when people stop being polite and start getting real.It's The Barn Party;Or, one night, four ways (11K, T, David/Sebastien, David/Patrick, Ted/Alexis, Stevie/Emir)

care a lot, know when to stop: The Rose siblings have always found it easier to talk to each other in the dark. (1K, G, David & Alexis)

a desire to be both weird and adored: 13 songs2 soft boys1 great love storyOr: What if Harry Styles' new album was all about David and Patrick? (7K, T, David/Patrick)

down the road to hither and yon: The Yoders invite them inside and offer them glasses of lemonade before leading them to a back porch where they all take a seat in a set of wicker chairs set facing the back fields. David can hear the gentle moos of cows in the distance and the air smells like fresh grass and something floral and yeah. Okay. Maybe Patrick had a point.“Can I just say, we are beyond thrilled to potentially be carrying the Yoder farm line of gourmet dairy products,” David says.“I will admit, Rachel and I have been reluctant to begin selling the family product. It’s a special recipe to the Yoders, and we wouldn’t want that...familial nature of things to change. Potentially.” The way he stresses the last word makes David’s mohair sweater feel like a straight jacket. (2K, T, David/Patrick)

don’t dare touch the fire: He pulls on David’s hair, hard enough that it has to hurt, but David just closes his eyes and smiles a soft, dreamy little smile. He’s breathing heavily and chewing on the corner of his sloppy mouth and Patrick wants to ruin him. Right here, a few hours after opening, in their general-but-specific store in the middle of town. He literally does not care, and Patrick isn’t used to being the kind of guy who doesn’t care about breaking the rules. Doesn’t care about getting caught. (2K, E, David/Patrick)

hands to tell your past: After thirty-plus years of his mind being the most confusing place to be, Patrick takes a great deal of solace in the physicality of his hands. (2K, T, David/Patrick) (this was my first ever fic in this fandom and I still love it a whole whole lot!)

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SOLACE from Sebastien Zanella on Vimeo.

Filmed & Directed by Sebastien Zanella Starring Jake Mckeown Based on the book SOLACE : https://bit.ly/3amOkj5

Who was he to fall in love with the sun? Misunderstood by men, He could not hide himself amid their refinements, Because his lament prowled in the shadows, And, eventually, he vanished. At the foot of jet-black giants running aground as brine and foam, Solace let his passion take over. A romance ignited on ebony sands, Overcoming his rational mind with every striking wave. Mollusks, crustaceans, and cetaceans his spectators, To a devotion so pure that it was shared only with the horizon. When the sun vanished, Dusk tore Solace apart, And the night echoed with his cries.

Who was he to fall in love with the sun? Misunderstood by the stars, And because he anguished in the dark, In the wake of his madness, The fiery caresses of his beloved could not stir him from stillness.

- Behind the scene –

I had been planning this trip for a while. Ever since a friend from Brazil told me about a small, surviving piece of untouched paradise in central America. He passionately described the striking black rocks and mesmerizing beaches. Monkeys would be the only companions on land while manta rays were to be carefully avoided at every step because they hid along the shore. That was all I needed to know, and I eventually embarked on the journey with my friend Arnaud. As our arrival drew near, I met Jake at the corner of a steep path. Originally from Australia, it had been over a year since he left his island to wander a much vaster surface – the globe. Constantly bouncing from country to country without any money and surviving on small jobs, Jake was happy as long as the waves rolled in to greet him. Though I did not know him well, I invited him to join our expedition. Then, only a dozen hours of driving and boating through the mangroves remained in order to reach the place I had envisioned for so long. Upon arrival, we moved in with a family of fishermen, the only inhabitants in these remote parts. In these precious moments, Solace began to exist.

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1,2,4 for the ship asks? (Also I hope you’re feeling better now!)

thank you very much!! (and yeah, i’m good! i think my mum’ll have cooled down by tomorrow evening so it’ll be okay!)

1. What was your first OTP? 

WHY would you ask me that!! i think it was dan and phil, because 10-year-old me was an embarrassment. alternatively, it could have nico di angelo and will solace, but i can’t remember when blood of olympus came out so i’m not sure!

2. What is your current OTP?

that’s a surprisingly hard question! i don’t know if i have anything i’d describe as an OTP, exactly. i still associate the phrase with the way i shipped back when i was kinda 10-13, where i was very consumed by a lot of ships, and would describe them all as my OTPs. nowadays i’m a little more laid-back about it all (and my interests last a little longer, thank god), and it’s less OTPs in the way i used to have them and more just... relationships that i think about A Lot. by that definition, i’d probably put rudolf and death from elisabeth up near the top (i was actually engaged enough with them to,,, write a fic,,, which,,, never happens ever), as well as ferius and rosie from the spellslinger series because WOW sebastien de castell really pulled through for the wlw with that one (and i expect full clarification and backstory if/when sdc writes the ferius novels he mentioned on his goodreads page!!!!). also, on a less canon note, mateo & quentis & antrim from the greatcoats series - i really have very little to go on there other than that mateo and quentis apparently became besties during tyrant’s throne and antrim just seems like he’d fit in well with them but like,,, whatever it’s not like anyone else knows what i’m talking about anyway so!

also not really OTPs either, but lately my “shipping” has had a lot more focus on platonic & familial relationships too - in that respect, my faves would have to be kellen and ferius (and reichis too lbr) from the spellslinger series because WOW gimme that adorable mentor/parental relationship and devoted friendship (*cough* business partnership) with a squirrel cat!! also kellen and ferius gave us possibly the sweetest bit of dialogue i’ve ever read during charmcaster, which i remember verbatim:

“See, that’s what I love about you, kid.”

“The fact that I’m always scared?”

“The fact that nothing scares you more than the thought of lettin’ your friends down.”

also falcio and kest and brasti from the greatcoats series (kest’s love for falcio!! his willingness to stand aside for others who falcio loves even though it hurts him!! falcio awkwardly hugging brasti on like three separate occasions!! whatever the fuck it is that kest and brasti have going on!!), and locke and jean from the gentleman bastard sequence (jean constantly saving locke’s dumb ass, mostly from the consequences of his own actions!! “i must look really bad jean, you’ve got that motherly concern in your eyes”!! i miss the sanza twins and bug so much and so do they!!!)

4. What is/are your favorite trope(s)?

1. Found family

2. Found family!

3. Found family!!!

not really sure Why i have such a big thing for this but i just... do, and it really shows in my favourite books lol (the three musketeers has the inseparables, spellslinger has kellen ferius and reichis, greatcoats has falcio and literally everyone under 20 he ever interacted with + kest and brasti, the gentleman bastard sequence has the bastards in question, rivers of london arguably has peter, nightingale, and molly!)

sorry this is incoherent and tumblr has fucked up the formatting and also it isn’t really about shipping skskdkdk