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Hey guys, B here. 

                                                 detailed explanation

Here’s the dealio, After much consideration I’ve decided to move this blog. I have had this blog for 3 years now, and I have reached the conclusion that a FRESH START is exactly what I need. 

Indie is something that’s supposed to be fun, and a hobby for me, somewhere I come to to de-stress and relax, and it hasn’t felt like that lately. It’s made me anxious and upset, and at times right down depressed. It’s something I already struggle with in rl, so I’ve learned I have to be very careful with the decisions I make in regards of my mental health. I started this indie EXACTLY to escape pressure and games of social interaction, and it worked, so I’d very much like to go back to that. I didn’t want a break from SEB as a character or his plotted threads, I don’t feel out of muse for him with most things, I just want to get away from the situation I found myself in. So what I decided is that I’ll be moving him, and though I will keep his blog semi-private, I will be, for now at least, a lot more selective with mutuals and interactions in general. 

                                                what happens now?

following You’re free to follow me, as always, but I might not follow everyone back this time. Don’t take it personally, it’s just what I need to keep my head straight, and if we had something plotted going on, even if I don’t follow you, and you wish to continue it, we can.

threads I will keep all my plotted on-going threads. If you have any doubts, just hit me up. If we don’t have anything plotted yet, and I follow you, it’s because I want us to. Like mentioned on my rules, I’m not interested in blowing up my dash, I want PARTNERS. Everything that’s still in my queue, in here, will be posted and it counts. I will simply be continuing it on the new blog when it’s my turn again, so you may answer as usually. If you’d like to drop something, and don’t wanna start something new, you don’t even have to tell me, but if you’d still like to, so we can plot something else, that’d be great.

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Sebastian had tried to be physically intimate in the wake of Basile’s death, disappearance. He had tried on more than one occasion with his current boyfriend but it always ended up with Sebastian cowering away, upset. This time though? Sebastian was ready and willing. There was no cowering away from Basile. “Please?” Sebastian asked, surprised by how desperate his voice sounded. Sebastian needed this. He needed Basile more than he thought or even knew he did.

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Basile knew Sebastian had probably slept with someone else, after all this time. They hadn’t seen each other properly in five years after all, two since he’d been deployed, three since he’d been ambushed and taken. He half expected Sebastian to pull away, when it suddenly got palpable, that’d he’d think of his boyfriend and pull away from him, but he was selfishly glad he didn’t. The begging instead, made him groan, and he nodded as he leaned in to nibble on the peak of collar bone that showed from under his shirt. “Bedroom.” He mumbled, breathy. He stepped backwards, and pulled Sebastian with him, crashing their lips again as he started to guide them, the memory of the apartment imprinted on his muscles, making it easy and familiar to walk them there, while his eyes kept closed and his mouth dove into Sebastian’s. He stopped mid-way only to hurriedly pull Sebastian’s shirt off, and when he pulled him back again, all warm and bare skin, he felt his whole mind exhale. This had to be real.

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psa. i will be moving this blog very shortly  (tomorrow) , keeping the same url, but moving for a fresh start. post and explanations to come.

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            It took longer than he thought, but not as bad as when Eddie had been taken by Eobard. So… that’s a plus. Not really, but he was able to find some of the Rogues, which led him to where Snart might be holding the hostage. They all seemed surprised to see him, but considering how they got the wrong person it wasn’t that odd. A safe house was all he got information wise. The speedster went about checking abandoned buildings all in Central, and even checking in Keystone as well. Joe, and the CCPD were probably having even less luck than himself. 

           Barry hardly took breaks, only long enough to eat something, and keep his energy up. Considering he’ll probably run into that deadly trio of Cold, Gold, and Heat. One was a problem, all three of them makes it complicated, but doable. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d face them. Rogues were becoming more active, the only bright side to it was the deal he had with Snart. Casualties were minimal or none, if someone did get hurt it wasn’t fatal. It was nice to know that the older man could keep his word from time to time. But it was probably due to him seeing it as a challenge, and nothing else.

Finally–

F I N A L L Y

He FOUND the safe house.

“Snart-!”

“Scarlet? Well, doesn’t this raise some questions.”

“Snart, where is he, the hostage, this is over.”

“Now, now, I can’t just hand him over, where’s the fun in that?”

“Fun–”

“By the way, you never mentioned you had a twin.”

“I don’t.”

“Well, isn’t that awkward.”

               The banter goes on, and so does the fight. Gold, cold, and fire– aiming at him, trying to stop the speedster. It was a prolonged fight, the Rogues, most of them weren’t meta humans, could hold their own against Barry. While it might have seen like hours, it was only minutes, twenty, maybe thirty at most. Not like the speedster was keeping count, he just wanted to get them out of the way. Heck, he wasn’t even thinking of taking them to the precinct. He was more concerned about the hostage.

              Checking every room, he found one that was locked. Frowning for a moment, before deciding to phase through the door. It was something he was still getting use to. Trust him, it was one odd sensation, and he didn’t want to think about what might happen if he didn’t concentrate enough in the middle of going through a wall or door. 

                Once through, the surprise was evident on his face. “You–” he blinked a few times, mouth slightly a gap. No WONDER Snart thought this guy was him! Okay, focus Allen, hostage, get the hostage out. “Hold on,  I’ll get you out of here,” he uttered, vibrating his vocal cords, as he went to work on the bindings.

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             Sebastian didn’t know how long it was when he started hearing sounds on the outside. It sounded like nothing he’d heard before, but he could hear shouts and chatter and loud bangs, and wondered if there was a FIGHT happening. Was it among them? If the cops were there, wouldn’t there be gunshots? If they were fighting each other, what would be made of him? Maybe one of them was tired of the little game and just wanted to KILL him. 

There was a chill down his spine, and dehydrated and starved as he was, he knew had to do SOMETHING. He’d fought with the bindings before, and if they were simple ones, he’d be able to slip them, but his biggest problem was that he wasn’t just cuffed, but also tied around his body in a way he’d never had to slip out from before. He wondered if he broke the chair, if it’d set him free. He hadn’t tried before for fear of getting caught, and put in an even worse position, but from the shouting outside, he doubted they’d notice him falling now. 

At first, focused in rocking the chair, he didn’t notice someone had joined him in the room. The voice made him startle out of his skin as he raised his wide eyes. What the? Great, another Halloween aficionado. “Wha ──── WHERE are you taking me?” Just then his movements almost tumbled the chair, and he panted when he was caught midway. “What do you weirdos want from me now?!!” How had the guy even GOT in without him hearing the heavy metal door opening? He glanced over the other’s shoulder just as he heard the first loud bang. “If you’re actually here to save me, better get it going.” He mumbled, barely daring to hope that was why the guy in leather tights was there, wary eyes on the door. 

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               “... Yeah that’d be nice.” Sidney mumbled, squeezing her eyebrows, eyes closed as she took a breath in, before looking up. “Just like it’d be nice to know what the HELL happened to my neck.” She added, voice rough and lower than the tone of her words, eyebrows still furrowed as she squeezed a hand over the aching stretch of flesh. Nose scrunching up at the pain. “You said I got in and passed out, last night??”