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@wineassassin
A MUTUALS ONLY, INDEPENDENT BLOG FOR AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER SET IN A UNIVERSE INSPIRED BY THE BOURNE FILMS. ESTABLISHED 2013, REVAMPED 2024. THIS BLOG IS 21+ AND PRIVATE. WRITTEN BY CHUCKLES, 30, SHE/HER. AFFILIATED WITH GREENELIGHT. LOW ACTIVITY.
LINKS: CARRD, PREMISE, AESTHETIC SIDEBLOG, GRAPHICS, MEME TAG, MULTIMUSE.
sebastian is temporarily moving to @warplanet so i can write him more!! the blog will stay up and all his info remains here, and it's not a permanent move... just a means of making it easier to write him ❤️ see you over there!
the most in character post i could make today
sebastian is alive btw he's just on an extended vacation at an all-inclusive resort
happy birthday to mason greene at @greenelight 💚❤️ sebastian loves his husband so much and plans to spoil him today with homemade meatball tortellini soup and mason's favorite wine!
maybe if you rest your forehead against mine and we gaze into each other's eyes for a few hours i'd feel better
my favorite sebastian facts in no particular order
∙ a friend taught him how to juggle in college
∙ he's deathly afraid of fire in any form. can't even do a small candle. he will call ahead to restaurants to make sure they don't have real candles on their tables
∙ he has a horrible singing voice. humming is okay, but you do not want to hear him sing. instead of singing in the shower, he recites shakespeare to pass the time
∙ he loves cooking. constantly watching cooking shows or videos on youtube. favorite thing to cook is meatball tortellini soup. he can even make his own pasta.
∙ he's the type to strike up a conversation with anyone. he'll go grocery shopping for one item and end up chatting with someone by the produce aisle for ten minutes
∙ serial hand holder. he likes physical touch. he likes to grab on and cling and caress and show affection with subtle gestures.
∙ if you see him wearing a t-shirt and jeans, he's probably feeling sick. sebastian prefers a slightly upped level of appearance when he's out and about — usually a button down shirt, a nice pair of slacks — so you'll rarely see him in a simple t-shirt
• he's six foot five so he'll probably lean in to hear you better when you're speaking
• his rating on rate my professor is very high. his classes are tough, but not impossible, and he gives his students a lot of office hours or tutoring opportunities to better their grades. his classes are never boring. he makes learning shakespeare fun
• he typically wears tom ford 'tuscan leather' or 'black orchid' cologne
• he collects wine corks in a big jar on his kitchen counter
• he typically sleeps on the right side of the bed
• if he likes you, he will serve you an expensive bottle of wine
hi to old and new friends, this is my low activity wine assassin that i made in 2013. i pop on this blog whenever i feel like it. @warplanet is my main blog but sebastian is forever
from @2pistols well, look who it is. i haven't seen you for... how long has it been?
"you could be a comedian, you know." sebastian clutches his head as it throbs, his vision still blurred from the earlier blow to his temple. he cringes, squinting, and coughs out a loose smile when lara smiles back. "you have near-perfect timing, and your punchlines are just... goddamn fantastic." when he finally stands, he sizes lara up — she looks injured, too, but is that really so surprising given the circumstances? they're trapped, captured, thrown together in some room with no weapons and no hope of escaping, both a little bloody and bruised from the fights that put them here in the first place. "i was hoping the next time we met, it'd be... maybe at a restaurant or something. a rooftop bar. i was hoping to..." he groans, legs wobbling a little as he braces against the nearby wall, "... you know, woo you. wine you, dine you, maybe flirt a little along the way. the sort of thing you do casually. not this. not locked in a room, not captured, not..." sebastian weakly meets lara's eyes, and, despite his pain, he manages another smile. "you have any idea what they want us for? clearly they want us alive. i didn't see their faces when they grabbed me." there's a chair in the room. after making sure lara doesn't need it, sebastian takes it with more wincing. "so." casual. "how've you been? you look nice. the blood on your lip really adds to the look."
from @warbyrds you expecting a kiss?
"i don't know how to tell you this, but i physically cannot start my day without a kiss from you." dressed in plaid pajama bottoms and a warm t-shirt, sebastian plods out from their bedroom and into the living room where carol resides. he helps her open blinds and curtains, unveiling the winter wonderland of snow, a hazy sky, and chilly wind beyond, before roaming into her personal space and wrapping her up in a hug. the two get instantly too hot from the hug (their thick wintertime pajamas turn their bodies into a sauna the moment they embrace), but sebastian swipes a kiss from her cheek before pulling away to cool off. "there. now i'm satiated. you woke up far too fast for my liking. i'm not a fan of your speediness." it's his job to make coffee in the morning, so, passing carol once again (sneaking a second kiss!), sebastian maneuvers to the kitchen and starts a pot. he hums as he moves about — retrieving their mugs, grabbing creamer from the fridge, all normal duties of a tender, caring husband. their lives have completely changed from the days when they first met, no longer strangled by responsibility or locked away in secret rooms. no more espionage. no more bloodshed. no more sneaking around. this is permanent, this love they share; this is the reason they fought so hard in the first place.
"the usual, my dear?" he hears carol pad into the kitchen in her slippers. sebastian whips his head around to wink at her. "we are creatures of habit... except for when you decide to get out of bed before you kiss me. i'm still mad about that." he releases an exaggerated sigh and shakes his head, hands diving around the coffee machine to set the pot and turn it on. "should have made you promise that in our wedding vows. i will not leave the bed without kissing my wonderful husband."
he's nervous. granted , he knows sebastian would never be rude or mean about him trying something new ━━ hell , he might even lie just to save his feelings. that's exactly the reason why mason asked him to be as honest as possible , as he'll never get any better if he doesn't get some honest feedback. staying at home for the season until the next show's rehearsals begin has been good for both of them , especially since it gives mason time to try new things & try to improve upon his less than stellar cooking abilities. he's been making small meals here & there for sebastian to try , but this is his first big meal & cooking meat has always been a struggle for him. pulling out his chair , mason waits for sebastian to begin to sit so he can scoot his seat behind him. a napkin is then placed on his lap in preparation for his dinner , then the plate itself is presented , a steak with creamy mashed potatoes , homemade gravy & brussel sprouts cooked in the air fryer.
❝ remember , be totally honest with me , ❞ mason reminds him , still wearing the silly ❛ kiss the cook ❜ apron sebastian got for him in jest. his own plate is still back in the kitchen , but he can't focus on eating right now. instead , he waits for his husband to take a bite of his meal , hopeful he sees a light of delight in his eyes & not one of disgust.
˗ˏˋ ᵒᵛᵉʳᵗᵘʳᵉ· entering the stage ﹕ @wineassassin as sebastian greene
this means a lot to mason. sebastian can tell. @greenelight lowers the plate in front of his husband, setting it perfectly between his fork, knife, and napkin, and then backs away, anxious and ready for the verdict. it's as tense as a courtroom in that kitchen — mason, waiting to hear a yes or no. is it good? is it bad? is the steak cooked through? how did the gravy turn out? did the air fryer cook the brussel sprouts all the way, or leave the middles cold and limp?
sebastian pretends he's on a cooking show, seated at a panel with two other esteemed judges. he lifts his fork and knife, cuts a small portion of steak, and brings it to his mouth to taste.
silence as he chews. his facial features, so often an easy glimpse into his feelings, now conceal his true emotions in a stone-faced expression. once he's finished with the bite of steak, he tries the potatoes, then the brussel sprouts. still silent. after a moment of tension (all intentional; all to rile mason up and make him nervous), sebastian sets his silverware down, turns to mason... and beams. the smile explodes across his face. "that's the best steak i've ever had. you cooked it perfectly!" he points to the potatoes. "creamy, buttery... not rough, not sandy... and the brussel sprouts are pretty good. never would have thought to put them in the air fryer. who taught you that?"
he reaches for mason's arm, rubs it up and down, and lifts out of his seat to kiss his cheek. "you try the steak. come! sit! have a bite! it's lovely. i'd offer you a bit of mine, but i..." he laughs, eyes crinkling, "... well, i don't really want to share it, it's that good!" still laughing, he waits for his husband to join him at the table before hoisting his glass of wine in his direction. "to a delicious meal, cooked by the very best. you've become so much better in the kitchen, mason. all that hard work... it's paid off. really, it has."
PROMPTS FROM BATMAN: ARKHAM CITY * assorted dialogue from the video game, some reworked to suit a meme format, adjust as necessary
you don't understand. i need you. i can't win without you.
you expecting a kiss?
i didn't need your help.
that's not what it looked like from where i was standing.
i think you should do what he says.
it'll be a shame to get blood all over my nice new outfit.
have you ever seen a flower die? watched something that was once so beautiful, so full of life, collapse and rot from within?
impressive, [name]. i doubted you'd actually return.
i'm a man of my word.
give it to me.
i've seen worse.
what the hell are you supposed to be?
please don't hurt me. i didn't mean it!
i'm surprised he didn't kill you.
you can hear me, can you?
have you ever considered that all this is your fault? your presence creates this animals.
you are all experiencing fear in anticipation of some specific pain or danger. this is perfectly understandable.
what the hell happened in there?
i told you it would work.
you're mine now.
lower your weapons.
have you tried the front door?
who sent you?
when you see what i've been planning all along, you'll just die!
that doesn't sound good.
how's it hangin'?
i'm running out of patience. you're running out of people. let's see what runs out first.
welcome to hell!
stop right there! we need to talk.
i have a question for you.
you should have killed me.
what the hell?
sorry to disappoint you boys. it's just little ol' me.
what are you waiting for? come on!
we all know you'll save me.
every decision you've ever made ends in death and misery. people die. i stop you.
are you happy now?
you want to know something funny? even after everything you've done... i would have saved you.
that actually is pretty funny.
get back here.
no one's who you think they are.
it was all a lie. there's nothing wrong with you.
nice of you to say, but you of all people should know... there's plenty wrong with me.
this stuff is killing me.
why should i care?
don't tell me it's not what you always wanted.
look, we're running out of time.
i need your help.
so we both die. i'm fine with that.
what are you talking about?
i'll be in touch!
he is kicking all kinds of ass down there.
no gun? shame. this is gonna hurt.
two guns, bitch!
how does it feel, [name]?
do you feel sad? full of rage?
you're truly an extraordinary specimen... i look forward to breaking you.
i feel i should thank you.
it will be my legacy.
if you try to stop me, i guarantee everyone will know your secret.
let's just talk about this.
now you wanna talk?
well, look who it is. i haven't seen you for... how long has it been?
oh, that's right. you left me to die.
i am sorry i doubted you.
you're better than this.
you're making me late for my spa treatment!
look around you.
where the hell have you been? i thought you were dead.
shut it down? by the end of tonight, i will be a hero.
anyone ever tell you that you're full of surprises?
i think i chipped a nail back there.
that's not what i wanted to hear.
this place is dangerous. i like it.
SEBASTIAN, EDIT 28
continued from here, with @knghtlock
maybe the comment he made was pointless. hotaru appears competent enough (more competent and powerful than sebastian, anyway, in their powerhouse of a mechanized form) to handle their battles with ease. still, he said it anyway. don't get yourself killed. it's a little show of care; it's his way of reminding his friend that he cares. to sebastian, it feels like saying drive safe to a person heading out in their car — i care about you. don't get hurt. be safe out there. not commenting poorly on hotaru's strengths in battle... only wishing them well. be safe. i like spending time with you. take it easy.
hotaru, in all their mirth, remarks back that they should say the same to him. sebastian nods. "actually, you're quite right. i'm the one who needs to watch myself. you... you just do what you do best." the rooftops they stand on are dark, and the streets below are crowded with honking cars and overblown headlights — distractions that try to pull sebastian and hotaru out of focus. it won't work. "pretty sure i spotted him headed that way. he might be..." a pause. sebastian's head tilts. "like you. not human. might be stronger than we expected, so. let's just take it easy. you want me to lead, or do you prefer it?"
La Chimera (2023) dir. Alice Rohrwacher
he holds himself with ease, almost casual, or at least as close as one can be after waking from the depths of a restless nightmare. he wears the moment like it's familiar, like he's been here many times before. and maybe he has, but not with her. aerith's hand remains clasped in his, with fingers taking on the strength of iron. she's an anchor, a living thread to the here and now. her eyes search his face, warm and calm. ❝ you sure? ❞ she asks, regardless of his otherwise statement. ❝ 'course you're not in danger. especially not when i'm around. ❞ she assures him, a wink following.
❝ maybe you should take it easy ... just for a minute, okay? ❞ and she shifts back slightly, still kneeling, but never once breaking her gaze off him. studying the rise and fall of his chest, watching how his breathing begins to steady, how the tension starts to melt, little by little. then, he speaks of the plant and she turns to catch a quick glimpse of it. she'd been wholly absorbed — how time had slipped by in the silence while she'd been tending to the single bloom. ❝ they're a lot stronger than they look. just needed a gentle nudge and a sip of water ... and maybe a little love. ❞ she turns back to him, ❝ you should try talking to it sometime, it's a real chatterbox. you'd get along. ❞
honey-sweet laughter bubbles, and she rises to her feet alongside sebastian's coaxing, following back towards the kitchen and coming to rest once more beside the potted plant — now upright and full of life, no longer wilting to one side. ❝ oooh, decisions, decisions ... ❞ she muses, more sprawling over the counter than leaning, with elbows propped and one leg swinging lazily behind her. ❝ how's a girl suppose to choose with so many delicious possibilities? ❞
it's not everyday she finds herself a guest at the table of sebastian moran, and certainly not with the menu left entirely in her hands. after a thoughtful pause — and perhaps a touch of theatrical pondering, her eyes light up. ❝ how 'bout a vegetable stew? it was my favorite when i was little, warm and cozy, like home in a bowl. ❞ she clasps her hands together in anticipation, the soft jingle of her bangles (three to each wrist) singing. ❝ and for dessert ... well ... you can't go wrong with some chocolate covered strawberries, now can you? ❞
it's embarrassing to startle awake, shaking, gasping, flung from a nightmare, right in front of a friend, but @gainscient never judges him. instead of frowning, feigning concern, or acting like nothing happened, aerith insists sebastian take his time waking up. take it easy... just for a minute. holding his forehead, corkscrew curls nestled in his fingertips, sebastian nods weakly at her, agreeing. yes. he should take it slow. "i'm sorry again for that, aerith," he says, even though he knows she'll wave it off. "really didn't meant to doze off on you, or give you a scare. i'll be fine." he kneads his temple. "just fine."
aerith explains her solution to saving the plants in his apartment. she explains it needs talking to, watered (a given), and 'a little love.' "what does that entail in regards to plant life? a little love, like... fertilizer, or a quick blown kiss every now and then?" sebastian is waking up, stirring, getting himself back to normal as aerith juggles ideas for dinner and leans on the counter. "vegetable stew doesn't sound too hard. let me..." a pause, and the tall man rises from the couch, still clutching his head. two seconds later, and he's wandered to his shelf nearby to peruse his collection of cookbooks. "mm. vegetable stew and chocolate covered strawberries. let's see what i can do."
the air of the nightmare still plagues the back of his throat, makes him choke, makes him wince, but aerith's bubblegum-pink presence seems to loosen its hold on his mind. her kind smile and encouraging tone offer respite from damaging thoughts and painful visuals. "i really am happy you're here," he reminds aerith when he joins her in the kitchen. he sets the cookbook beside her on the counter and starts to flip through. maybe his shoulder nestles against her own. "you help, you know. probably more than you even realize."
