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@awastelandheart
Sebastian is a rebellious loner who lives in his parents’ basement. he feels like his sister gets all the attention & adoration, while he is left to rot in the dark. he tends to get deeply absorbed in computer games, comic books, & sci-fi novels. he can be a bit unfriendly to people he doesn’t know. could a charming new comer cultivate the wasteland of his heart ?
indie, sel, multipara/novella sebastian, from concernedape’s sdv written by andrew
I don't see anything about it on your blog but then again I might be dumb and not see it... Out of curiosity what is your views on OC's interacting with you?
oh yikes i haven’t been on here in a hot minute. uh yes to answer your questions, love ocs, always throw them at me as long as you have a decent amount of information on your blog
purple emo aesthetic
a man shooting a nerf gun at his light switch from the bed, missing every shot, and going to sleep with the lights on
I said something once and it didn’t really go very well
wishiingirl:
ʀᴇ: SEBASTIAN (4:28 pm) → the city is p nice. it’s too quiet here sometimes. → expensive af tho. → u can see it but u gotta come here. come to the farm, coward.
ʀᴇ: ꜱʏʟᴠɪᴀ (4:37 pm) → ... or you can just like, email me them
wishiingirl:
ʀᴇ: SEBASTIAN (4:28 pm) → u wanna work for joja as an accountant, be my guest, seb → budget spreadsheets for the farm, seed spreadsheets by season, and i’m working on one for how many eggs my chickens and ducks produce.
ʀᴇ: ꜱʏʟᴠɪᴀ (4:31 pm) → i mean → tbqh → tbvvvvvh → it’d be better than this shithole → ... can i see
wishiingirl:
ʀᴇ: SEBASTIAN (4:20 pm) → it was either come back here or face a lifetime in a career i was no longer enjoying and burning out by 30 → so here i am → still doing spreadsheets and stuff, but for myself instead of capitalism.
ʀᴇ: ꜱʏʟᴠɪᴀ (4:25 pm) → on one hand, i admire that deeply → on the other hand → what i wouldn’t have given to switch places with u → ... what kind of spreadsheets tho
wishiingirl:
ʀᴇ: SEBASTIAN (4:10 pm) → i’m not fighty! → i just punch people who should be punched. → it just so happens that demetrius needs to be punched. → so does lewis, now that i’m thinking about it. and pierre. who closes on wednesdays????? → a weak man is what.
ʀᴇ: ꜱʏʟᴠɪᴀ (4:15 pm) → if u hate the people here so much → why’d you come back?
wishiingirl:
ʀᴇ: SEBASTIAN (4:00 pm) → so catch me about to fight demetrius. → you can have another frog if this one lays eggs and i will actually destroy demetrius if he makes you get rid of it → i swear to yoba- → fuck it tell him to square up i’m gonna kick his ass → i got 12 acres of land and a bone to pick
ʀᴇ: ꜱʏʟᴠɪᴀ (4:05 pm) → ah right → forgot how fighty you are → down girl. this town’s too small for a murder plot → but i pay rent now so → he can’t really make me get rid of it
go-forth-and-live:
@awastelandheart
It was a perfectly quaint little festival. Nothing quite as impressive as the ones back in the city–packed for blocks with vendors, live music ringing out late into the night, and the rich scent of every kind of festival food imaginable blending together from stall to stall into a cacophony of delicious smells. They seemed to have a different one almost every week up in Zuzu, once the weather started warming up. Hazel had always enjoyed strolling through them.
This was… fine?
Completely fine. Respectable, even! The weather was lovely, the little town square was decked out to the nines, and Hazel certainly–certainly–would never object to a proper deviled egg. But given the way Mayor Lewis had talked it up, Hazel was mildly… underwhelmed.
“So, is, ah…”
He glanced in the direction of the sullen-looking fellow nearest him. The carpenter’s boy, if Hazel recalled, though Ms. Robin and her family didn’t come to Sunday services and he’d not yet met them properly.
“… is this… everybody? I mean… everybody in town?”
foreigners were rare, even those who were newer to the town eventually evened out their accents to something more palatable. though between Sebastian's infrequent travel, he's really only familiar with the sound of the city, so the more this stranger -- Hazel -- talks, the more Sebastian ends up squinting as though he could read the words spilling out of his very country mouth.
" y-yeah, sorry, " his response is delayed, like each letter had to pass through a subtle translator. Sebastian laughs, almost in awe. " your accent's worst than ours, " he jokes, not being able to count the amount of times he's had to repeat himself in the city.
" Sebastian, though, " he catches up to the conversation, turning a chin towards his mother who was stringing up pastel flags as confirmation. " this town's too small for a whole service, isn't it ? though I guess the ... church place only has a few chairs ... " he sees the glimmering gold of the Yoba statue at the corner of his eye whenever he goes to see Abby, not that he's ever actually attended anything.
your muse as a terrarium
Send me "black bird" for a darker memory of my muse's past
shxneinhearts·:
“Don’t worry ‘bout it. Kids’ll do stuff like that all the time,” replied Mat. In fact, Joseph’s twins were right around that age, and they caused mischief wherever they went. “I’ll just. Um. Replace it.”
The barista lowered his chin and looked at the newcomer over his glasses. “One, uh. Biggies Smalls-size Smashing Pumpkin Spice Latte coming up. Your name?”
Sebastian went to answer, inhaled & poised his mouth but before any sound could be made, Cameron leaned forward & slapped his little hands on the counter.
“ daddy’s name is, S -- Suh, Sevastyan ! ” the child mispronounced with a grin before pushing himself back up; he pointed at himself with his thumb & proclaimed: “ & my name is Cameron ! ”
Sebastian chuckled apologetically with a guilty glance at the barista as he shifted Cameron on his hip. “ i guess we’re talkative today, ” he joked, directed at both his son & the man. “ Sebastian, ” he clarified with a nod as Cameron began to babble about wanting apple juice before wiggling his way out of Sebastian’s arms -- presumably to go get a juice from the shop’s self-serve fridge.
“ s, sorry about that, ” he sighed, fishing his worn wallet from his pocket & fingering out some cash. “ & uh, sorry about your poster, ” Sebastian took a half-step back to glance down at the torn advertisement, grimacing.
flowerbcds·:
@awastelandheart || x
Winnie didn’t come to the saloon very often– both because she didn’t drink (which seemed to be the townsfolk’s favorite pastime around these parts), and also because her work on the farm kept her rather busy most of the time. However, whenever she did get the chance to stop by, there were always two constants; Pam and Shane being… Well, themselves. And Sebastian crushing Sam at pool.
❛ How are you so good at that? ❜ Winnie asked him, looking on in awe as he effortlessly sent the cue ball rolling in exactly the right direction and angle every time.
the sound of heavy resin balls clacking against each other like thunder echoed briefly against the rock-n-panel wallseach time Sebastian took aim. he didn’t miss, even when Abby took to distracting him or when Sam inevitably lost his concentration & starting rambling on about this, that, & the other. tonight was a little different from usual though -- out the corner of his eye, Sebastian noticed the new farmer girl looming by the doorway; it made him a little more shaky than usual, but even if he had his eyes closed he’d still kick Sam’s ass.
“ 2-0, ” Sebastian smiled at Sam who slumped a little in defeat before grinning back -- a pause followed & the girl spoke up as the round finished.
“ well, if i told you my secret here, then Sam would know my edge. ” he joked, leaning against the slim pool pole.
wishiingirl:
ʀᴇ: SEBASTIAN (4:00 pm) → wait he did WHAT → i’m gonna throw hands, i’m gonna come over there right now and beat him up, that’s RUDE, i GAVE YOU THAT FROG. → also i can’t help that frogs just feel safe w me. → icb.. i’m gonna scream. you can definitely have one if she has eggs.
ʀᴇ: ꜱʏʟᴠɪᴀ (4:07 pm) → o i never told u about that? → yeah uh kinda figured it’d happen tbh → i remember sneaking the tadpole in that jar you gave it to me in → put it in my pocket → or at least tried to lmao → mom probably noticed but didn’t say anything → got home and thought i was being sneaky but uh → was filling up a bowl with water bc jar. tiny. not good → demetrius caught me red handed and asked what i was doing → long story short it lives in the lake now → or it died already. idk → i was very angry about it for a long time → espc when maru found a squirrel a few years later and no one said a damn thing while she nursed it back to health → spot the difference ig
