Stardew Valley Sebastian Fanart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I could feel a vibrant sensation bubbling through me, a different kind of excitement that made it impossible to stand still. I started bouncing on my leg as I impatiently waited for Sebastian to finish gearing up. As more and more seconds ticked by, and I lost my cool: “Baaaaaabe…” I screamed looking over my shoulder before stomping softly. A soft and muffled “coming” was heard before Sebastian emerged from the door wearing a hooded orange puffer jacket with black sweats. He had a cross-body bag strapped inside the jacket, his long thick hair tied up in a man bun. His pale skin and his deadly alluring eyes were just the icing on the top.

The Fake Tough Guy Silas walked over to the grand fireplace, where a massive portrait of Sebastian hung above the mantel. In the painting, Sebastian was depicted in full tactical gear, a cigar clamped between his teeth, holding a massive bowie knife against a background of burning oil fields. It was an homage to an era of cinema that Sebastian had merely strip-mined for profit. Silas reached up and drove his tanto through the canvas, tearing it from the frame with a dry, screeching rip.

As she descended the last step she halted when she caught sight of Sebastian from the corner of her eyes, he was standing by the mini aquarium feeding the fishes. Her eyes inexplicably focused on him for a moment, he was wearing a white tank top tightly fitting against his rigid chest muscles, his arms were bare showing his tattoos, Vivian sighted one, it was like a tree with twisted vines drawn around his arm, as he moved his arm it seemed like the vines were further cooling around, it gave Vivian a sort of eerie feeling that she almost shuddered.

"Yeah." "You just keep getting better and better. You're rich, powerful, super handsome and can paint? Now I know why all genders want you." Dante joked but Sebastian didn't take it as a joke. He turned around to hide his blush. "Super handsome, huh" Sebastian mumbled, smiling smugly. Dante was totally distracted by the paintings he didn't notice Sebastian blushing secretly. "How often do you paint?" "When I have the time." "These are your works?" Dante asked, pointing to a stack of paintings by him. Sebastian nodded. Dante admired Sebastian's works one after the other. His administration wasn't hidden as he kept gasping and repeatedly complimenting the works.

"How delightful. If it tastes as well as it looks, you'll have to make a pot of it for me.” Sebastian puts the phone down, picks up his fork and starts to eat, but before he puts the food in his mouth, he stops and thinks. “What is wrong with me? I look like an 18 year old. Frankly Sebs, to help and support the kid, you don't have to drop your age down to his." Sebastian puts the food in his mouth and chews in annoyance. When he finishes eating, he picks up his cell phone and leaves it in his room. Go back to the living room, pick up the laptop, and connect to the office.

He owns one of the largest digital media companies that specialize in audiobooks, podcasts, and E-learning platforms, Sebastian has been in partnership with him for two years, because despite Marcus's preference to appear more intelligent than he tends to be, he has a magnificent online presence, well-recognized in the country. "It's nothing but sentimental fluff." I heard Marcus comment dismissively at a painting of a woman half naked in a bed of pink tulips beside a blue ocean, with a red sky above her. I stood beside Sebastian, who seemed to be immersed in the picture, his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration, arms folded on his chest. "What do you think about this piece Emilia?" He su

I made it three more steps before I froze in place, eyes locked on the far wall and the bundle of cloth and bones propped against it. He was so thin and filthy he blended into the very rock, his skin shriveled, dark hair lank with dust, what was left of his clothing stinking rags hanging in tatters from his skeletal body. Sebastian looked like mummified remains, normally smooth skin darkened and rough. His fangs protruded from his thinned lips, every bone visible through the parchment texture of his flesh.

“Peter?” “Probably.” Sebastian didn’t seem particularly concerned. “But he won’t do anything in public. Not yet.” “Reassuring,” Karen muttered sarcastically. A small, almost imperceptible smile touched Sebastian’s lips. “Finish your shopping. I’ll wait for you.” He walked away and sat down in one of the velvet armchair near the window. He took his cell phone out of his pocket and began typing, completely at ease, as if waiting for his fake wife to shop was something he did every day.

*** "What's wrong with you, Dit? Your face looks like you weren't given any rations." Sebastian's voice from behind made Radit exhale harshly. He felt too lazy to respond to his friend's ramblings just now. However, he had no choice because he was the one who really cared about him. "You're so nosy," Radit grumbled as Sebastian pulled a chair right in front of his table. "Better get married." Sebastian shook his head as he rested his hands on the table. He pursed his lips and said, "No. This person in front of me looks miserable. I'm not even sure if marriage can make me happy." His finger pointed right at Radit's handsome, withered face.

Clearly not impressed, Sebastian continued to grumble, "I'm afraid you won't have a chance to be foolish again. Who knows what'll happen when you get back? Whether your heads stay on your shoulders is another matter." "If it comes to that, I have my ways. You don't have to worry," Carissa assured him confidently. Sebastian knew that her promises didn't guarantee much, but he couldn't help but agree with her—someone always had to be the fool. The common people needed fools like them. Still, a part of Sebastian wished the fools weren't Rafael and Carissa, but someone else. He walked over to a dusty shelf and pulled down a small wooden box. Blowing off the dust, he wiped it with a cloth before