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waffleslashermaster · 2 months ago
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Designs for Mr Lopee, The Expendable, Sebastian and Z-13 respectively
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mauvecosmic · 2 months ago
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1 Wall Dweller's chunk, plzzzzzzz
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writer-room · 3 months ago
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What's up I'm stupidly into Pressure so I made some memes from the perspective of the player. In-universe memes, if you will
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I think the memes down there would go hard
Bonus:
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glassydiatom · 4 months ago
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Oh yeah right. New guy just dropped
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mayashesfly · 4 months ago
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Document: The Traitor
(Or my personal take on the player in Pressure's Game Lore)
M-██████ - Codename: The Traitor, is a specifically made variant of M-████ made by Mr.█████ for the Blacksite Mission. (See document █████████ for more information)
Infected individuals by this variant are called Sleepers.
It has been modified to only find suitable Sleepers signed under the EXR-P unit. In the case of its current Sleeper dying, it will infect another EXR-P.
It is oblivious to its change of Sleepers, viewing its next run with its new Sleeper as another life. Though it does not grasp the concept that death is permanent and not reversible, viewing its next life as a normal phenomenon.
Due to its natural inclination to seek knowledge and take everything it can, it tends to gather all loose assets and all valuable equipment it can carry.
It excretes a colorless and odorless gas that Sleepers exhale, attracting Z-V06 when concentrated in an enclosed area, like lockers.
However, Sleepers inhaling this gas for too long in an enclosed area showcases symptoms of cleithrophobia and causes the Sleeper to leave the enclosed area immediately.
The smoke Z-283-Chainsmoker emits exacerbates this symptom.
As motivation for it to kill its current Sleeper before it can reach the Crystal, Mr.█████ has made a way to give it more information about the facility and its hazards when it changes Sleepers through the usage of the Saboteur's abilities.
It's shown to be effective during the early stages. Though currently, an unfortunate side effect of this action is that it now seeks out to survive until at least room 50 in order to meet the Saboteur.
[In the case that it reaches the Crystal, it will naturally make its current Sleeper fall down to their death before they can take the Crystal.
However, in its perspective, it believes that it actually took the Crystal and had to survive more rooms before it could 'win' thanks to Mr.█████'s abilities.
Depending on how it performs in this illusion, it will either meet the Saboteur as always when it 'dies' or transfer directly to another EXR-P unit thinking that it 'won'.]
Document: █████████
M-█���██ - Codename: █████████, are entities found in the █████████████ capable of entering the minds of people, taking root in the victim's brain to control their entire nervous system.
However, it is incapable of feeling the pain its infected individual experiences, leading their victim to be more susceptible to injury without being able properly treating it since it lacks proper self-preservation instincts.
Infected individuals lose autonomy on their own body, making them incapable of moving or talking. They remain conscious and self-aware even if infected severely, only retaining their capability to have their own thoughts and mind.
Dissections of the infected individuals showcases signs of brain damage left behind from a bright metallic-like substance, almost akin to mercury. Though most individuals have survived and recovered after being infected and released.
Transmission of unmodified M-████ is unpredictable as it is not traceable through any physical means. Though observations from known infected subjects showcase that key individuals in an infected subject's life can be more susceptible to being infected by M-████ as well.
One thing that is known about M-████ is that it has a natural inclination for seeking knowledge and taking everything it can, sometimes to the expense of the individual it has infected.
If someone you know suddenly developed an interest in exploration and/or asking invasive questions regardless of your closeness with the individual, contact ███████████████ immediately.
(Note: These documents are not affiliated with nor created by Urbanshade)
#pressure roblox#roblox pressure#pressure game#pressure#pressure roblox oc#roblox pressure oc#pressure oc#is it considered an oc if it's a concept?#I say yes yes it is because my UT/DR fan ass would 100% use this concept#There's a few clues that show our player character isn't just us and that we're controlling someone since they chose to use the pronoun “we#In a rare room where there's a microphone there's also apparently dialogue where the character we control say they cannot talk#and apparently the creators say that in Canon Lore it's always new EXR-Ps that come down since none of them can revive#The revive/next run mechanic is just Game Lore#but I say hey- what if I combine Game Lore with Canon Lore?#and make The Player a traitor that makes traversing the Blacksite worse for the next EXR-Ps that'll come through-#by depriving them of resources like loose assets and valuable equipment? AND make it so that the lockers they hide in become unusable?#The more runs The Player does- the more other EXR-P units would have a hard time surviving and reaching the Crystal#Later making it completely impossible to reach the Crystal once everything valuable has been picked clean and every locker has a monster#It's wonderfully diabolical and serves in helping Sebastian and Painter keep the others away from retrieving the Crystal :D#also the gas thing helps explain why all our player characters have cleithrophobia because I find it hard to believe everyone has it#I love making bullshit lore like this uwu
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gnomiwizard · 3 months ago
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Lights In the sky
Anyways, I made more Pressure art, I’m pretty proud of this one :)
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asksebs · 2 months ago
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Sebastian
How much are you aware of a Tumblr sexyman
I am sorry to say this
But you are one
Unfortunately, yes.
I am aware of my status as a 'Tumblr sexyman', thanks to a certain expendable who took it into her own hands to make sure that I got a page on the damn 'Sexyman wiki' or whatever it's called..
I can't really stop it from happening, so I just deal with it, I guess.
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ridertheexr-ppeep · 4 months ago
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Currently, the human is being cuddled by a giant blue and pink jellyfish creature, the creature nuzzling him with a purr.
Rider curls up more, and speaks up despite doing so,"... jinx, I can't stay here forever you know."
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ghastigiggles · 4 months ago
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OKAY SO ACCORDING TO A TIMTOKT SEBBY WAS STUCK IN THE BALCKSITE FOR 12 YSEARS I KNOW THAT WAS A THING WE WEERE WONDEIRNG ON STREAM SUESTERDAY
OK YES BUT. That was the arrest/experientation/indentured servitude(????)
We don't have an exact timeline for how long the blacksite has been in lockdown, specifically, by the time we get there
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waffleslashermaster · 4 months ago
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You are Expendable
You are not expected to return
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mauvecosmic · 2 months ago
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Some EXR-P oc marker sketches 🐟
I need to use my markers and sketchbook more
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cxptain2nz · 5 months ago
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Hm.
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glassydiatom · 3 months ago
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Doodles from stats class
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34rth3r · 1 month ago
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exr-p hc height comparison ^^
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boiledprawn99 · 1 month ago
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PPPPPPPRESSURE DESIGN REFS ? or a height chart? IDK! JUST WANTED TO DRAW sebastian/p.ai.nter/exr-p oc/mr. lopee ! ^__^
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still working on perfecting seb's and painter's designs :3 there's a few things i wanna change for seb, and i just need to draw painter more accurate to the game model i think.
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pressureplus · 4 months ago
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Could I ask for the prompt of you being a former friend/lover of Sebastian's from the surface when he was still human, becoming an EXR-P and meeting him again for the first time? I think it could be either super wholesome or super angsty lmao,,
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Oh, you know I just love angst, thank you for the prompt! May have run a bit wild with it, apologies for that!
Hiraeth
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Pairing: Sebastian Solace x GN!Reader
Au: Classic
Warnings: Angst, Romance
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How many times had you run through these halls, desperately searching for a safe place to rest? The echo of water droplets hitting the ground from your soaked suit. You'd heard whispers, muffled between EXR-P’s like yourself. A few little tales of a shopkeeper all the way down here. A man by the name of Sebastian, some kind of experiment gone feral. A part of you was admittedly a little frightened by the idea of him, but from the moment you heard his voice over the intercom, you knew you had to find him. You knew only one man with a voice like that, that little chuckle that you'd heard a thousand times over. It played in your head on repeat and it hasn't stopped in years. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but you could dream, couldn't you?
The man you’d been in love with had been sentenced to death so many years ago now, the case details are blurry. You'd tried to be in court that day and you had. You vouched for his innocence, for his protection. He’d been with you that night. Honestly? It didn't seem to matter. They didn't care what you had to say under oath or not. Who cared if the love of your life was sentenced to death? Surely not the lawyers, the judges, the jury, or the onlookers... All of them would be able to carry on with their lives as though nothing had happened, but you? You wouldn't. You couldn't. You’d screamed that day when they took him in cuffs, when your pleas for his safety had been ignored. He didn't seem to resist, nor did he fight back. He’d only smiled at you. A little one that was a bit more solemn than the others you'd received. Much duller than the one you'd fallen in love with. Who were they to dull his light? Who were they to take him from you?
When he was killed, put down like some kind of animal, it was like the sun had fallen from the sky. For a while you'd wandered aimlessly, grieving the loss of your love, and no one had seemed to care. Those that reached out did so half-heartedly. The amount of reprimanding you got for grieving a man they claimed to be a murderer broke you down. It changed you. Something about watching the world around you turn their backs to your grief, rejecting the idea of his innocence even in death. It drove you nearly crazy. Now, after all this time, you're here. Here, in the Hadal Blacksight under Urbanshades care, you had a chance of seeing him. Maybe it wasn't a particularly good chance, but a chance nonetheless.
As you finally looked around the inside of his shop, out of breath from having crawled through an already open vent, you were greeted with items. A document on the counter, batteries, a radio and keycard. All sorts of spare items on shelves and an empty black doorway. There was no shopkeeper here, and it only left you confused. That was until you heard shifting in the backroom. Was he storing things? Replenishing his supply? Did it matter? Now was the time and god the way your heart raced in your chest left you almost shaking. Was it going to be him? You shouldn't get your hopes up, right? After a few more moments of silence, you gathered your courage to speak, stepping a little closer to the dark doorway.
“Hello?” You attempted to call out for him, or more so anyone in that back room. You were greeted with a softer, smoother voice.
“What are you doing here?” You freeze immediately, little tears in your eyes. The voice you were so attached to for so long, the one you'd missed, the one you'd fallen in love with. Of course his voice was a bit deeper than you'd last heard it, but oh so familiar.
“Sebastian? Is that really you? You're alive- tell me you're alive and that I've not finally lost my mind.”
“I'm alive. Barely.”
“Sebastian, I've missed you so much. I thought I'd lost you forever- I am so, so sorry that I couldn't do more. I-” You attempt to step closer towards the door, only to be met with aggression. A loud almost barking noise as his voice picks up in volume.
“Don't- Don't come any closer.”
“Its been nearly a decade since I've last seen you, come on-”
“You don't want to see me.”
“What? Sebastian, of course I want to see you.”
“No, no you don't. You don't want to see me now, its better if you think of me as dead. I'm warning you.”
“It can't be that bad-”
“Back up.” He huffs as you take another step forward, almost at the doorframe now.
“No, no I'm not backing up. I have waited to see you for years and no amount of being nervous is going to stop me.”
“Back. Up.” His voice drops even lower, more like a hiss than words as you finally get to the doorway.
“Sebastian, I'm not backing up. I-”
“I said BACK UP!” The voice you're greeted with hold power unlike anything you've heard from a human before. A snarl and a growl, echoing oddly in his throat as his face comes out of the darkness. A monster and not a man. Something entirely unrecognizable as your lover apart from his voice, something that looks closer to the anglers here than anything else. His glistening teeth bared as though he was going to snap and rip into you at any moment. His eyes filled with anger unrivaled.
“Wh…What are you?” Those words seemed to sink in deep, hitting him in all his most sensitive places. An attack directly on his heart. You watch the rage turn into hurt, melting into regret before he dipped back inside the dark room. A bit of shuffling heard.
“Are you happy now? You've seen enough. I didn't want it to come to this, okay? Please just…go away. I can't bear to look at you like this. Your expression is too much for me.”
“Wait- wait I'm sorry I just- you shocked me is all. Sebastian please-” You try to soften your approach as the shock and fear fade away.
“Don't say my name so sweetly, like you didn't just get scared of my face. And what about the rest of me? What will you think of what they made me? If my face scares you that much you won't want to see the rest.”
“Sebastian, please. I have loved you for years, since way before all of this. Even after you died I never stopped loving you. I was a little scared, yes, but its you, isn't it? It's still my Sebastian in that body. No matter what you look like now.” He hesitated for a moment. A long beat of silence, heartbeat rapid in your panic to not let him leave you again. All at once a massive clawed hand juts out of the darkness and pulls you in. You're tugged up into a set of arms, a third coming up under your thighs to function like a chain. The glow of his eyes on the darkness is unsettling for only a moment as he dips down to muzzle into your neck.
“Don't…Don't say things like that unless you mean them.”
“Sebastian.” You say it softly, arms wrapped around his neck.
“I still love you…its okay. All of you, even if its new and different. Its just gonna take a little getting used to. You can be patient for me, can't you?” He nods against your neck, holding you desperately. Enough for those claws to sink into your skin and draw blood, but neither of you seem to care. Here, even if its only for a moment, Sebastian has a piece of home again.
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