#soncfthewitch

[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @soncfthewitch (x)

Oscar felt a little unsteady on his feet, but he was glad that his friend would help. Cautiously, he accepted the help and stepped into the other's home, placing a hand on the younger man's shoulder with a small, grateful nod.

"Both would probably be good." he replied, lips attempting a hint of a smile as he moved to sit on Ezra's sofa, a wince crossing his features as he tried to get comfortable while trying to avoid getting any blood on the furniture. "Got jumped after work. I promise, they're worse off than me, but I just needed somewhere to rest up and your place was the nearest. Sorry."

[monstersxxorxxmen]

@soncfthewitch liked for a starter from Zixin

"Okay wait... slow down," Zix said with a small groan. "I'm way too exhausted and I caught like... half of that," he admitted apologetically. He'd been in the studio all day and night yesterday and he was paying for it today.

[priwenshallprevail]

Continued from : Starter @soncfthewitch

The tarnished Hunter caught wind of the scuffle first by scent. He knew it's spoor, having made track of it before. Spilled identity of vampiric blood. It's vibrant essence infiltrating his thoughts in appeal toward the predator lurking just beneath the surface of his own masquerades. Tension perturbed muscle fibers while constricting under it's sudden, if not panicked, restraint; rigidly poising himself upright. Heavily flaring nostrils pursued with frustration from suffering it's call still. Exaggerating his struggle upon exhale. That rippling pool of power thrumming with temptation behind teeth, behind temples. Coaxing it's reminder to quench oneself, to be endowed with such prowess from it's well of impurity already graciously spilt for him to sup.

Damn tis song -- tat mesmeric drum.

Blood that was defined rich rode swiftly in on tendril currents like some enticing aroma with a meal in promise at the end of it's trail. Enticing him to come hither. Befouling the newborn's instinct enough to have his gum line ache and the back of his throat constrict. Swallowing what felt like knots when his own mouth started to salivate at it's expense. He couldn't help but linger onto an existing thought over it. If he had his mask on to prevent this intrusion, would he have even succumbed to investigate it's source ?

The second intrusion bore down with sharp notes abroad his hearing; distant echoes of the scuffle reverberating off the alley alcove. Shocks of sound leaving wavelet chime in it's wake. While voices were muffled under erratic drumbeats of an organ in distress.

He used both newly acquired traits to track down the mess he may have been too late to be a part of. The scent alone could have easily led him blind. He was too intrigued to simply cast it aside. Intrigued, or hunger drawn ? Intruded the thought. He did manage to catch glimpse of the brunt end of the creature sliding down the wall. Piercing hues but a remnant of their natural state, now stood with an eerie glow in contrast to the darkness which enveloped them.

He considered the incapacitated devil over briefly. It's slumped over state had been enough to give the Irishman amusement. If not perhaps some misplaced gratitude which carried into delivering this loud, obnoxious round of applause. Slightly dulling behind gloved leather bound hands whilst he partially stepped from shadows to unveil himself as the unannounced guest that overstepped his boundaries impudently.

Revealing an athletic build behind tailored attire, leather and an array of heavier fiber layers toned in dull grays and bulked with straps and brass buckles. Double pressed vest with a wool overcoat concealing weapons that lurked between him and the fabric cascade. The hood, though tailed down, hooped with leather amid upper lapel and shoulder pitch, indicating it not part of the original pattern. A gas mask dangling at his chest by it's straps looped around his neck, tidied against a fading burgundy neckerchief.

" Congrads, lad ! Such fervor, such execution -- I love it ! " He practically jeered at the stranger. A smirk corrupting tiers to be tautly tied whilst ethereal bound cobalts lifted in greeting him behind a stare pensively locked.

[oceanicxeyes]

There were a lot of ways to tell what someone was truly thinking if they looked close enough. The body language was the primary source of information – their eyes the second. The demon always loved to see how others behaved next to him. Were they desperate for affection or were they too stubborn to admit it? Were they willing or played hard to get? In the end, it didn’t really matter. The needs of the body would overcome the needs of the brain. No matter how big of an ego someone had, they would all come crashing down once the right buttons were pushed. That’s why he was a demon – because he knew exactly how to tempt someone into giving in. Into succumbing to their deepest, darkest desires. Some demons did that to terrorize their prey. To make them go mad, to destroy their life completely after turning it upside down. They craved the blood and the chaos and the suffering that they brought in their wake… HIM? Not so much. He loved chaos and anarchy as much as the next person but his methods were different. He didn’t need to bring upon the darkness and the nightmares and the horror to crack someone and make them re-evaluate every little decision they had ever made. All he needed was to find the right thread and pull it. Everyone had a little bit of sin inside them. Greed, Lust, Wrath, Sloth… whatever the sin they had within, he would find it. He would prey upon that aspect of them until the designated mark would have no other choice to give in. And Patrick was good when it came to things such as greed. Such as envy and lust. All he needed was an opening and he would get what he wanted, not really bothering himself to contemplate whether or not his prey was willing. They would all be wiling. All it took was the right words, the right touches… they would succumb because humans were weak.Their desires would always be front and center. Their own needs. Their own dreams. A playful chuckle abandoned his parted lips at Tobias’ reaction. Was he expecting any different? He had defied him throughout this little exchange, even if the other man took it like a champ and was left satisfied and full. Sex was sex. Carnal, rough, dirty and filthy. It only held importance if people gave it importance.. It could mean the best thing that had ever happened or it could mean absolutely nothing. It could mean you satisfied that craving for companionship and no longer were alone or just the need to have one’s hole filled or to shove their dick somewhere. It did not matter. To the demon, the why was irrelevant as long as he got what he wanted. Which he did. And so did Tobias, despite the tension he could feel radiating from the other man’s body. Almost as if… he regretted it.

“Well…. More for me?” Still inside the other man – his cock still hard and throbbing deep within the maddening tightness that was Toby, Patrick took one of the cum covered fingers into his mouth and gave it a particularly graphic and highly decadent suck – hollowing his cheeks as he tasted the other man’s seed. There was no room for shame or hesitation with him. Either you do it – or you don’t. Why second guess everything? Why wonder if one should or should not? Acting on impulse was so much more fun than following this invisible guideline that society had created for the weak minded. “Are you sure… I will go greedy on all of them and then it will be your loss.” He could see the doubt reflected on Tobias’ eyes as he sucked a second finger –leaving just three more coated white. “Last chance, darling… you do taste exquisite…”

He could get up. Leave. Let Patrick finish on his own, like the animal he was. The thought flickered through Toby’s mind, a brief spark of defiance in the face of his own weakness. He was a bloody god or demigod at this point, for heaven’s sake. He shouldn’t be letting some incubus toss him about like a tart in a brothel.

Except…

His gaze fell to where their bodies were still joined, the heat of Patrick’s cock a solid presence inside him. No. Not some incubus. This one was different. This one made Toby feel… things. Things he couldn’t quite name, couldn’t quite process without a healthy dose of denial and a stiff drink.

Bollocks. He wanted it. Wanted to feel it, that moment when Patrick would spill himself inside him. Wanted to be filled, claimed, used in a way that made his skin crawl and his cock twitch.

At least he’s considerate enough to let me finish first. Not that Toby needed the help, but still. It was the little things.

Toby's body tensed as he felt Patrick's release flood into him. The sensation was overwhelming - hot and thick and filthy. He shuddered, a low groan escaping his lips.

Bloody hell, he thought, his mind reeling. What have I done?

The shame hit him like a punch to the gut, sharp and sudden. He was a demigod, for fuck's sake. He shouldn't be letting some incubus use him like this, shouldn't be enjoying it so much. And yet...

Even he couldn't deny the thrill that ran through him, the way his still hard cock twitched with interest. It was wrong, so bloody wrong, but it felt good. Better than anything had in a long, long time.

He hated it. Hated how much he loved it. Hated how Patrick made him feel - weak and strong all at once, powerful and utterly helpless. It was maddening, intoxicating, and Toby knew he was already addicted.

You're better than this, a voice in his head whispered. But was he? Really? After everything he'd done, everything he'd been through... maybe this was exactly what he deserved.

Toby's thoughts were interrupted by the feel of Patrick's fingers on his lips. He blinked, focusing on the demon's face. Patrick's expression was smug, satisfied, and it made Toby want to punch him. Or kiss him. Maybe both.

Toby's eyes narrowed as he realized what Patrick was trying to do. The demon's fingers were coated in his own release, still warm and sticky.

"You're a right bastard, you know that?" Toby muttered, his voice rough and unsteady. He didn't know if he was talking to Patrick or himself.

"Not bloody likely," Toby growled, turning his head away. The offer was tempting, more tempting than he cared to admit. But he wasn't about to give Patrick the satisfaction, not after everything else.

Still, the sight of his own come on Patrick's fingers made something twist low in Toby's gut. He licked his lips, tasting the salt of his sweat, and for a moment, he was tempted. Tempted to lean forward, to take Patrick's fingers into his mouth and lick them clean.

No, Toby thought, shaking his head. He wouldn't. He couldn't. It was too much, too far.

"You're mental if you think I'm doing that," Toby said, his voice steadier now, edged with defiance. But his eyes remained fixed on Patrick's hand even as he spoke.

[dialsdrnk]

@soncfthewitch liked this for a starter from sam.

" so — your car is fucked. " while he doesn't sound happy to be giving the news, sam doesn't seem all that broken up about it either — hard to be, considering his dime is made on fixing it... but he could probably be less crude about it. the problem for this person is it's late, he's tired after a 12 hour shift alone in the shop, and this is gonna have to be a tomorrow project. " i can give you a ride home if you want, but i drive a motorcycle. could call you a cab too. your car ain't gonna be ready for a day, maybe two. "

[tigerincahoots]

what tragic horror character trope are you?

that which cannot be known

oh god. how did it come to this? to some extent, you've gone so far past your own idea of "human" that it must be kind of fun, right? maybe. i'm not sure. as an artefact of cosmic horror, you're wild and wacky and colourful and people are probably drawn to that, but you will never let them know you. the mystery intrigues for a while, but it'll wear everyone down. it'll wear you down, too. who are you? do you remember? are you so far gone that you can't go back? and maybe that's the most tragic thing of all- becoming so distorted in your identity, and for so long, that no matter how hard you want to return you can't ever seem to figure it out. but you've learned a vast amount up in the stars, and people will work hard to get to know you. it doesn't matter who you used to be. sometimes, you should just start from scratch: give yourself a name, a birthday. let someone celebrate these things with you.

stolen from: @bldrdsh

tagging: @memento-mamu @scnsuality @burninq @stormbringcr @soncfthewitch + whoever wants

[heirofhermes]

Rate your muse’s traits! (0-10)

Compassion: 8/10

Bitterness: 5/10

Happiness: 5/10

Politeness: 11/10

Chivalry: 9/10

Pride: 5/10

Honesty: 9/10

Bravery: 11/10

Recklessness: 4/10

Ambition: 10/10

Loyalty: 9/10

Love: 8/10

Sense of family: 2/10

Attractiveness: 8/10

Agility: 7/10

Sex drive: 7/10

tagged by: @pyrokineticwarrior

tagging: @thejadedking, @mythosisms, @soncfthewitch, @legaciestold, @luposcainus, @demonstigma, @mythvoiced, @heroesvow

[modcrnspirits]

Try as he might, there was little chance for him to continue to call Toby out when the other so daringly took his shirt off and started caressing himself right there in front of him. Daring might not have been the right word for it though, Richard could tell. It was more like teasingly - yes, it took Richard's avalanche of curses and reprimands to falter s his eyes started to follow those fingers as if they were a camera making a close-up of that particular part of the boy that was being touched.

"Come again." He said suddenly, his voice a bit husky due to how suddenly his mouth felt dry. There was also a more evident volume that moved inside his pants with which throb of his erection. He swallowed and cleared his throat. Wasn't he a professional?

He moved his eyes up, looking at that face, trying to look as serious as possible but there was no denying that the feeling overwhelming his eyes was that of craving. Almost unconsciously, his own hand touched the bulge that had formed down there. He pressed it as he kept his eyes up where they should have been.

This, he finally decided, was a game that two would play.

"Please, enlighten me." He kept his face steady, and also his feet. But all in all, it was with a huge effort to not give in to that horny feeling that crept inside of him the moment that shirt had been gone.

Toby snapped his fingers, extinguishing the flame with a soft hiss. The sudden absence of its warmth left him feeling oddly bereft, as if he'd lost a shield against Richard's anger. But no matter. He had other weapons at his disposal.

As Richard continued his tirade, Toby's fingers moved to the hem of his shirt. With deliberate slowness, he peeled the fabric up and over his head, letting it fall to the floor beside the bed. The cool air of the room kissed his bare skin, raising goosebumps along his arms.

Richard's words faded to a dull buzz in Toby's ears as he focused on the sensation of his hand trailing down his chest. His fingers brushed over his abs, a feather-light touch that sent a shiver through his body. He made a show of it as if he were merely dusting off some non-existent dirt, but his eyes never left Richard's face.

Any reaction would be a small victory, but in this game they were playing, every point counted.

"Sorry, mate," Toby drawled, his accent thickening deliberately. "Didn't catch that last bit. Something about fingers and imagination, was it?"

He stretched languidly, muscles flexing beneath milky skin. The movement was calculated, designed to draw Richard's eye to the lean lines of his torso.

"You know," Toby continued, his tone conversational despite the tension between them, "I've always found imagination to be a poor substitute for the real thing. Don't you agree?"

He cocked an eyebrow, a challenge in his eyes. The ball was in Richard's court now, and Toby was curious to see how the man would respond. Would he maintain his professional distance, or would he finally crack under the pressure?

Toby's fingers continued their idle exploration of his chest, tracing abstract patterns across his skin. He could feel his own pulse-quickening, a heady mix of anticipation and arousal coursing through his veins. They were treading this dangerous territory, but the danger had always been Toby's drug of choice.

"You're right about one thing, though," Toby mused, his fingers idly tracing patterns on his bare chest. "I do have quite the imagination." He licked his lips slowly. "Would you like to know what I'm imagining right now?"

Without waiting for a response, Toby let his hand drift lower, skimming over his abdomen. His fingers dipped just below the waistband of his trousers.

[inframundc]

NEGATIVE QUALITIES: ZODIAC EDITION.

bold what definitely applies to your muse. italicize what somewhat applies to your muse. ( repost, don’t reblog! )

ARIES : tries to do everything at once, doesn’t know when to stop & take care of themselves, bends over backwards for everyone even if someone did them dirty, has entirely too much on their plate.

TAURUS : idealistic, spends a lot of time trying to impress others, doesn’t like to apologize, eating is a coping mechanism or just addictive personalities in general, a tad codependent.

GEMINI : the most flip floppy people ever, what’s today’s mood?, never apologizes, in denial 90% of the time, their way is the highway, desperately needs a break, they have a hard time setting goals because their goals scare them.

CANCER : the literal meaning of I’ll give you the shirt off my back, isolates themselves in fear of someone hurting them, wants to change but is scared of change, complains a lot but never takes advice people give them.

LEO : no one takes them seriously because they feel they always have to portray themselves as the fun one, is actually really sad inside, honestly needs a hug, exhausted always.

VIRGO : can dish it but can’t take it, rushes everything, anxious, plans their future but forgets to live in the moment, sometimes ignores their friends because they have so much on their mind, talks about themselves a lot & sometimes forgets to ask the other person how they are.

LIBRA : solves everyone’s problems but their own, is actually really sad & lonely, gets easily heartbroken but tries not to show it, will do anything to justify bad decisions, honestly just wants everyone to love them but doesn’t really love themselves.

SCORPIO : easily set off, will give anyone the cold shoulder at any time even without reason, keeps a lot in, so observant that they oftentimes find out things that hurt them, too many “what ifs” swirling in their heads, has trouble showing their true selves

SAGITTARIUS : impatient, brash, commitment issues, body issues, doesn’t realize they don’t need to change for anyone, has a lot of different goals to a point where they get overwhelmed, just wants to disappear & do what they want without anyone questioning them.

CAPRICORN : scared people won’t like them unless they’re at the top of their game 24/7, takes a LOT for them to talk about their feelings, secretly struggling, fake happy, needs a plan but doesn’t know what that plan is, confident but insecure at the same time, wants to be stable but sometimes wishes they could drop everyone’s expectations of them & live normally.

AQUARIUS : gets heartbroken like 30 times a week, trust issues, can be unmotivated & disinterested, feels they have to adapt to every person they meet so they can be liked, doesn’t know how to tap into their emotions despite being very intuitive, confused, expects little.

PISCES : empathetic often to a point of no return, plays the victim, doesn’t know when to say no, cynical, hermit, is very impatient, trusts everyone too much, can be secretly very critical & judgmental, can only tolerate maybe ten minutes of social interaction, needs a lot of validation.

Tagged by: @endlss-voiid thank you!

Tagging: @mythosisms, @deepseawarlock, @soncfthewitch, @accidentallymagic, @sheiismother, @steeledhero and everyone else who sees this!

[priwenshallprevail]

Also, before I start pumping out replies. I feel like I owe @soncfthewitch and @coivi - my deepest and sincerest apologies most of all. You two were the main ones who got caught in my lowest points and my replies to you both suffered because of it. If you're no longer interested in those replies, let me know. I'll understand completely. If you're still interested, great ! Or if you want to start anew with something else planned ? Just shoot me a private message and we'll discuss. Just know I value you both, and my absent replies were in no way intentional.

[ssolessurvivor]

Muse preferences!

Open curtains | Closed blinds

Stray dog | House cat

People | Pets

Outside | Inside

Half-empty | Half-full

TV | Radio

Sing | Dance

Shoes | Sandals

Cash | Credit

Hike | Drive

Casual | Elegant

Center | Corner

Sword | Shield

Airplane | Boat

Fizzy | Flat

Garnished | Plain

Extra salt | Extra pepper

Spicy | Mild

Record player | Digital media

Opaque | Transparent

White lies | Complete truth

Blunt | Subtle

Noisy | Silent

Books | Music

Familiar | New

Bow and arrow | Blow dart

Stubble | Thick hair

Love at first sight | Slow burn

Youth | Experience

Spoon | Fork and knife

Knife | Baseball Bat

Space | Ocean

Freckles | Dimples

Long eyelashes | Long fingers

Soft lips | Sensitive neck

Slow dance | Intimate conversation

Candlelight dinner | Stargazing

Tagged by: @smertzimy <3

Tagging: @redhead-reporter @incissam @soncfthewitch (for Toby) @demonstigma @smolwolfs @walkitoffrogers @unexceptional @goldenboybarracuda @princedickhead @waehles

[soulsuckrrs]

In less time than Xavier expected the two fell into a comfortable and familiar silence. He watched the roads, other cars and took the longer route back to his place while Toby watched the landscape rush by. As his paranoia started to ebb away, the anxiety and rush of adrenaline filled emotions more or less settled to a low simmer in his mind, Xavier relaxed and he was very much aware it was because of the company he kept. This wasn't just some nice drive back to his place and the fact that there was some unnamed, unknown enemy out there didn't let Xavier fully be at ease but in the time it took to travel from the hospital to his house, he did find some ease, though his concern was still evident in the crease on his brow it wasn't entirely an unusual expression for the man by any means. Xavier didn't let his mind wander too far, trying to focus on the road, keeping an eye out for anything or anyone suspicious and listening to the steady rhythm of Toby's breathing but it did wander a bit he was only drawn back from venturing further into it when Toby finally spoke.

Xavier glanced over to the tree of topic, a tiny smile pressing his lips upward slightly. He humphed and then cleared his throat, nodding as he pulled his voice from his throat, suddenly aware that he was a little thirsty. "Just wait until you see the house, I finally finished that addition in the back, now there's a whole ass guest room, with a bathroom," Xavier said, smirking just a bit, he'd always talked about getting a multitude of renovations done to the house he lived in but never doing it. He leaned forward to glance out the windshield in order to make a turn, shifting in his seat a bit before he let his gaze slip over to Toby, his smile turning a little bigger. "-- and I got the hot tub." He added, tongue rolling out to wet his lips as he settled into his seat again. When they had split Xavier had done a lot of things to get over it, actually accomplishing his goals for the house was just one way he filled his time and preoccupied his mind.

"That wasn't the trip I got sunburned and poison ivy, was it?" He knew it wasn't but bringing up the trip that it had happened was an effort in staying in that nice moment of nostalgia, at least for a few minutes more. "Ahh, yes, I do miss those wonderful days, I could go for a nice camping trip." It had been a long time since he'd been on a true trip into nature, camping and hiking, really feeling himself relax and be rid of his anxiety that only human society could bring. His job was a nice medium, he was close to nature and didn't have to deal with people very often, plus, he had a safe place to be wolfish.

It was almost instinctual, muscle memory perhaps, how Xavier shifted to be in a more comfortable position for Toby once the other had rested his head against Xavier's shoulder. "Mhmm," Xavier hummed in reply, though he didn't think he could deny the other if he wanted to he was perfectly content on staying quiet as Toby rested, even if it was for the remainder of the car ride. Which he purposefully made a little longer by missing a couple turns.

Toby leaned his head against the window, the cool glass pressing against his temple. He watched the town drift past, the familiar sights were a welcome distraction from the rush of thoughts barreling through his mind. Xavier navigated the quiet streets in silence, the steady purr of the engine the only sound accompanying them.

With a roving gaze, he surveyed the vast forest that stretched across the horizon. The thick greenery choked the skyline, its tangled branches reaching upward like grasping claws.

"You know, this place hasn't changed a bit." His voice cut through the stillness, casual and conversational. "I remember when that old oak tree was just a sapling, barely taller than me."

He gestured towards the massive trunk looming beside the winding road, its gnarled branches stretching wide, leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. "Hard to believe it's been that long."

Toby's gaze flicked back to Xavier, studying the man's features for any sign of relaxation. A faint worry crease remained between his brows, but the rigid line of his shoulders seemed to soften ever so slightly.

Undeterred, Toby continued, his tone taking on a nostalgic lilt. "Remember that summer we spent camping by the creek? Waking up to the sound of the water trickling over rocks, the scent of pine needles thick in the air." A wistful smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Those were the days, eh?"

Toby felt his eyelids growing heavier, the events of the day catching up to him. He fought against the exhaustion, but it was a losing battle.

Without a second thought, Toby leaned in closer, resting his head on Xavier's broad shoulder. He imagined Xavier's body tensing momentarily, caught off guard by the unexpected intimacy. Yet, as the moments ticked by, Toby sensed the man's muscles relaxing, almost yielding to the comforting weight against him. A subtle shift in Xavier's posture seemed to beckon Toby deeper into the embrace, or so Toby's hopeful mind perceived.

"Is this okay?" Toby mumbled, his words slurring together as sleep tugged at the edges of his consciousness.

[tigerincahoots]

which subtle way of saying "i love you" are you?

"you're the exception"

your emotional walls have walls. seriously, you've guarded yourself so well, you sometimes forget how to look over your own walls and see the beauty of the world outside the safety of the protection you've set up. you forget how to escape the confines you built for yourself, that is, but some people (some incredibly rare people) somehow know their way through that intricate maze of walls and thorns around you. they're the exception, and terrifying as it might be at first, you'll let them know eventually. you smile at them where you'd scowl at another. you crack a joke where you'd usually stay quiet. you find yourself opening up more than you'd ever imagined. don't tear your fortress down if you don't want to, but maybe try to build your loved ones a little home inside it instead. you don't have to be alone. you deserve better than being alone in there.

stolen from: @v011d

tagging: @burninq @scnsuality @bldrdsh @soncfthewitch + whoever wants

[heirofhermes]

NAME    ⎯⎯   Sebastián Andrés Atehortúa

MEANING    ⎯⎯    Sebastián comes from the greek σεβάζω (sebázo) which means to honor or to revere. Some sources claim it to mean "the honored one".

Andrés also comes from the greek ανδρός  (andrós), which means 'man'. It's often associated with virility and strength.

Atehortúa is a last name that comes from northern spain, brought to latinamerica in the 1600s. It means 'from the earth'.

aka    ⎯⎯    'Hierophant of the new flame' is the title he gives himself in the Order of Hermes. Most people call him Seb or Sebas for short.

one photo of your muse you like  ⎯⎯

(I'm adding 2 because these are the 2 FCs I use)

three headcanons    ⎯⎯

Bears are his favorite animal, and he has bear-themed everything. From notebooks to keychains. Even in his adult years, he is shameless when it comes to showing up for a meeting with coffee in his teddy bear mug.

As someone who grew up in Mexico, he is a lover of spicy food and the levels of hot sauce he can endure are off the charts. He has a small reputation in the Order for this very reason, and they joke that all the spicy food is the reason why he's so good with fire magic.

He suffers from anxiety, product of trauma and the impossible expectations he places on himself. Music helps him a little, and because of it he is trying to learn how to play the guitar.

three things your muse likes doing in their free time    ⎯⎯

Reading. And not just novels. Sebas is the kind of nerd who reads history books for fun.

Dancing. While it's not something he does often, he is known to go clubbing with friends just to cut loose. He is particularly good at merengue and salsa.

Coffee with friends. What could be better than hanging out with his loved ones to share gossip, stories and disconnect from the world a little bit?

a phobia your muse has    ⎯⎯

Failure. Nothing scares Sebastián more than the idea that he is going to fail in achieving his goals, that he will never live up to his own expectations. He's meant for greatness, he knows this, but what if he never is good enough?

one thing your muse regrets    ⎯⎯

Not being able to save his mentor. The events of his teenage years scarred him deeply, especially the death of the man who taught him magic. If he had been strong enough, smart enough, maybe he could've saved him...

people your character likes  /  loves    ⎯⎯

In his default state, Sebas' favorite person is his best friend, Sean Ravens. Another mage, although this one is a technomancer, who he met during his first semester in college.

From his interactions on tumblr, some of his favorite people are: Ian (from @voxvulgi), Galeb (from @thejadedking), Toby (from @soncfthewitch), Claudia (from @legaciestold) and Brennan (from @bleedtheneonfromthebitemarks)

tagged by: @bleedtheneonfromthebitemarks

tagging: everyone under the sun, especially the ones I just mentioned above. But special mention to @caracarnn

[iincantatorum]

Character Outline- Dash Games

for: Delia!

FLAWS.

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | overthinker | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive | perfectionist | pessimistic | naive

STRENGTHS.

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny

SKILLS & HOBBIES.

art | acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | belly dancing | bird watching | blacksmithing | boating | calligraphy | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise | swordplay | fishing | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | inventing | leather-working | martial arts | meditation | origami | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry | pyrotechnics | quilting | sewing | reading | collecting | shopping | socializing | storytelling | writing | traveling | exotic dancing | singing | yoga | gaming | surfing

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[thejadedking]

As much as Galeb made it clear how he viewed that of his own kind on a higher standing than humanity, the truth was far more complicated in the Kindred's eyes. He hated his own kind, he didn't trust them, if someone stood before him and gave him a good enough reason, he wouldn't think twice about abandoning every single one of them and never looking back. Yet until then, he was loyal to the Boston Camarilla without question, following orders, acting like the good little soldier that he was and never giving himself a moment to really think about what he was doing and whether or not it was right or wrong.

At the end of the day, he had two regrets. The first being that he'd embraced Berel Underwood, carrying a certain disdain and disgust for his childe that had eventually led him to abandon the younger vampire entirely. He'd walked away from him almost a century ago, never speaking to him again until he'd been dragged back in those circles and their paths crossed once more. Much to Galeb's annoyance, and like Berel's too since both sides wouldn't bat an eyelid if the other were to meet their final death.

He'd been tempted to do it to Berel himself on more than one occasion.

The other regret was being embraced at all. Always wondering what his life could have been like if he'd never been turned, mourning a life that he could have had, love, a family, something more tangible than the empty shell of an unlife he'd taken to mindlessly wandering for the last century. The truth was, he'd given up two centuries in, growing weary of everyone and everything around him.

Yes, he was a deeply jaded monster and he'd run out of energy to care.

So, to pretend otherwise for an entire evening felt like something of a punishment, only cemented by the notion of spending it with a mage. Though he supposed it could be worse, he could be spending the evening with a werewolf. Even the thought made his stomach twist. "I am not a child, mage." He felt the need to remind him, eyes narrowing as they found Toby. "I don't need a game, I need results." Although, it wouldn't hurt to try and find some way of making it interesting, he supposed. Not that he'd openly admit the guy was right, of course. "Besides, I have... refined tastes." He was a Ventrue, after all, so he was extremely picky about what he could consume -- - and not simply by his own stubbornness.

"Mm, you're not being... entirely unreasonable. I can commend that. To some degree." That was as close to a thanks that Galeb was willing to give for the time being. He wasn't exactly fluent in praise. Just another reason his own childe detested him in return. "Yes." He could agree, pulling his phone from his pocket to check his messages. "A car should be waiting for us downstairs." His free hand lifted, gesturing the door. "Shall we?"

Toby couldn't help but smirk at Galeb's disgruntled sigh. The vampire's perpetual state of ennui was almost endearing in a morbid sort of way. He wondered, not for the first time, what it must be like to live for centuries, to watch the world change and evolve while remaining frozen in time. Did it breed contempt or merely indifference?

Is this what I'm working towards? Toby wondered, studying Galeb's impassive face. To become so powerful that nothing matters any more? To live so long that every experience becomes dull, every emotion muted? Is it worth it? Toby asked himself, a flicker of doubt creeping into his mind. To gain the world but lose my humanity in the process?

"Pompous casual," Toby repeated, his hand absently combing through his artfully tousled hair. "I rather like the sound of that." He cast an appraising eye over his current ensemble - a bespoke black and red tang suit that practically screamed 'nouveau riche'. The silk hugged his frame perfectly, a subtle sheen catching the light as he moved. A slow smile spread across his face. This would more than suffice for the evening's charade. One less mask to don, one less role to rehearse.

As Galeb muttered about the long night ahead, Toby felt a flicker of... something. Not quite pity, but perhaps a twinge of empathy. He'd spent years perfecting the art of blending in, of becoming whoever he needed to be for a job. But for someone like Galeb, who'd spent centuries cultivating a very specific persona, this charade must feel like torture.

"Look," Toby said, his voice softening just a fraction. "I know this isn't your idea of a good time. But think of it as a game, yeah? See how long you can keep up the act before someone catches on." He flashed a grin, all boyish charm and roguery. "I'll bet you a pint of the good stuff that I can keep my cover longer than you can."

It was a risky move, challenging a creature as old and powerful as Galeb, even for a mage. But Toby had always thrived on risk, pushing boundaries and seeing how far he could bend before he broke. It was what made him such an effective operative, after all.

Plus, a little friendly competition might be just the thing to get Galeb invested in the evening's proceedings. Nothing like a wager to stir the blood - or whatever passed for it in a vampire's veins.

Toby glanced at his phone, a sleek, understated instrument for him that probably cost more than most people made in a year. "We should probably get moving soon," he said, straightening his cuffs. "Wouldn't want to be fashionably late, now, would we?"