#pressure human au

[blood-n-candy]

Eyefestation seeing the sneak peaks for the next Pressure update:

[blood-n-candy]

Not like he'd actually said that, I just thought it'd be funny

Pandemonium is literally just a little guy who can do no wrong. I will not take any criticism.

Thank you for listening to my TedTalk

[bleeding-seraphic]

New part feat. Flashback human!Sebastian

[feligayzed]

Au stuff!! Unfortunately for him, the Fish Guy is extremely recognizable (⁠─⁠.⁠─⁠|⁠| ) I imagine he has horrible social anxiety even after getting reintroduced to society, it's a work in progress

[starry-bi-sky]

Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."

[conspicuous-clown-car]

Minimal context doodle of a road trip au I’ve been thinking of

[aventurineswife]

Can you do a swap au of pressure Sebastian x reader?

“Good Luck Out There”

The cold, damp air pressed against the walls of the makeshift shop. The flickering light from the overhead bulb cast eerie shadows across the piles of strange and dangerous items that lined the shelves. You leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

A muffled, distant thud echoed through the corridor outside. Another prisoner, probably desperate for a scrap of hope, was about to stumble into your shop. The constant flow of new faces, always grim and weary, had become a tiresome routine. Your tail twitched, flicking slightly at the sound, the pouches on it jingling as they shifted.

You opened the vent.

Sebastian, clad in a dark prison jumpsuit, crawled inside, the weight of his knees scraping against the vent, echoing louder. His expression was as hardened as the man you'd once heard about—a criminal—no, a prisoner—who had been wronged in the eyes of the system, even if you weren’t certain whether he actually deserved it or not.

You eyed him, your eyes narrowing. "Another one." you muttered, a smirk playing on your lips.

Sebastian didn’t flinch. He stood still for a moment, scanning the dimly lit room, eyes betraying no hint of fear. "I need supplies," he grunted, his voice heavy but cold, betraying nothing of the deeper pain he'd no doubt buried deep inside. "If you can help with that, I'll make it worth your time."

You snorted. "Worth my time? Now that is a laugh." You uncrossed your arms. You were irritated, but you didn’t exactly mind helping him, either. "What’s it this time? Looking to arm yourself or something?"

Sebastian hesitated before replying, his eyes flicking over your tail before meeting your gaze once more. "I need anything that'll help me get out of here." He clenched his fists, a subtle tremor betraying his words.

You snickered. "Trust me, I get it. The feeling of betrayal... the promise of freedom that never comes. It eats at you, doesn't it? What I don't get, though, is your apparent faith that this little shop of mine will make all your problems go away."

Your gaze swept over the various items laid out for purchase: Batteries, Hand-Cranked Flashlight, [Name]'s Document, Medkit, Flashlight, Code Breacher, Flash Beacon, Lantern.

"Alright," you grinned, tail swishing. "You’ve got yourself a deal. But remember," you added with a cold, toothy smile, "don’t flash me, or I won't hesitate to kill you myself."

Sebastian tensed, his brows furrowing, but he didn’t respond right away. You could see the wheels turning in his head, weighing the situation carefully.

Then, he spoke again, his voice low, almost like a whisper meant only for you. "You should know, I've got my own enemies here."

You chuckled darkly, your voice smooth as it slid from your throat. "Enemies? Who in this hellhole doesn't have enemies?" You leaned in, your eyes gleaming with an eerie, unsettling glow.

The moment hung in the air, thick with tension between you two. Sebastian regarded you with that unreadable expression, his own thoughts veiled as well. Despite your differences, there was a shared sense of betrayal in the air. You had both been cogs in Urbanshade’s hands, you both had been manipulated by them.

Before Sebastian could respond, a noise came from the corridor, signaling an entity awaiting him.

"Get ready," you said softly. "Things get ugly around here."

Sebastian took a step back, eyes alert. He nodded, his mouth set in a hard line. "I can handle myself."

You smirked again, this time more genuinely. "We'll see. We'll see."

"Hey," you called out just before he made it to the vent, "you missed the keycard. Don’t bother trying to leave without it. You won't get far."

I need to freshen up my memory because I clearly have forgotten everything about pressure :')

[astray-anomaly]

Sea Level Seb’s design has finally been finalized. It will definitely make things easier as writing goes on now

[little-pondhead]

I forgot about this.

The whole reasoning behind the Supervillain Danny AU sketches was that his villain persona was the complete opposite of his normal, sane self and hero persona. Danny plays into the Fenton name really hard, and ramps up the “mad scientist” bit, taking inspiration from both his normal civilian life and his parents, thus using just his last name as a villain.

And then I wanted to add what Sam and Tucker might look like if they joined in on his shenanigans. To keep with the “opposite of their normal life” bit, let’s throw in some ghostly artifacts that help the two keep up with Fenton’s madness.

Sam would get an angel’s halo that helps her form ghostly wings, and she’d play into the good-two shoes angelic look, and then she opens her mouth and verbally assaults you. She pins her bangs back and wears clothes that better fit a celestial aesthetic and uses all the etiquette training her parents taught her. Manson looks like some sort of regal angel and people expect her to be the nicest out of all of them. She’s not. Manson is the sneakiest and most bloodthirsty one, and heroes regularly wonder if she has actually committed murder or not.

Tucker takes inspiration from his time as a pharaoh. He has a metal postiche that enhances his physical ability. (Maybe it gives him dreadlocks too, but I like to think Tucker is just wearing a whole ass wig.) He wears a strange mix of street wear and his pharaoh outfit, and throws his tech-obsessed self out the window. Fenton is the nerdy one here, so now Foley is the muscle. Foley plays up meathead American bully stereotype hard. He delights in throwing hands, and hunts down supers just for the sake of a fun spar. (For him not for the supers.) Foley’s favorite people to fight so far is Killer Croc and Superman. Heroes are concerned about what would happen if Foley fought for real, but then they saw what he did to the Joker “as a joke” and decided not to ask any more questions.

Basically, the trio looked at their civilian lives and picked out what they considered “villainous traits” from the people around them that they then played into as villains themselves. If that makes sense. Sam hates how her parents want a perfect child, so she makes herself look like one. She speaks in backhanded comments and has a snooty attitude, which she learned from other rich people. Tucker is constantly confronted by bullies everyday, and all the rogues that come to Amity are always fighting, so that’s what he decides to mimic. Yeah, he now gets to be the big and strong protector of the group, but all his experience with fighting have been bad ones, and that reflects in his style. And finally, Danny. Why does he take after his parents and play into the family name? Because the Fentons are one of the biggest obstacles and source of anxiety in his life. Danny associates mad scientists to pain and other bad things, so even if all he’s being helpful in a really annoying way as a villain, his parents and the threat of the GIW still influence how he presents himself. Because to Danny, those two things are far more scary than a kid with a pirate ship or a man wearing a bat fursuit.

[pretzel-box]

STREAMER AU Masterlist here!

Tags: Jealousy, Conflicted Feelings, Comedy, Streamer AU Sequel

Words: 2,7k

The moment you found out that Sebastian was Solace, your entire worldview shifted like a puzzle clicking into place, though it left you reeling. Everything you thought you knew about him, the casual moments you shared as roommates, suddenly felt charged with new meaning. Every little detail you had overlooked seemed so obvious now—the way he tied his hair up in a messy knot when he was deep in thought, the glint of his piercings that added a quiet charm to his already magnetic presence, the familiar cadence of his voice that you’d heard a thousand times through Discord, though now it was stripped of its digital distortion.

How had you not seen it sooner? The similarities were all there: the late nights when you'd hear him pacing in the apartment or softly talking to his stream, the offhand comments he’d make that seemed too close to things Solace had mentioned during his own streams. And yet, in your mind, the connection had never formed.

It all became too clear three days ago when you received a photo. A candid picture of Solace that had been posted in your chat with him—his face visible for just a moment before being taken down. But that moment was all you needed. The piercings. The smirk. The eyes.

Sebastian.

You’d sat there in shock, staring at your screen. The realization hit you like a freight train, leaving your heart racing. Solace, the streamer you had a massive crush on, was Sebastian, your moody, sarcastic, infuriatingly handsome roommate. The same Sebastian who would steal your leftovers without remorse, who’d roll his eyes whenever you tried to make small talk, and who somehow always smelled faintly of coffee and cedar.

In retrospect, it was ridiculous how oblivious you'd been. The matching usernames—Solace and Sebastian. The voice that sent shivers down your spine both online and in person. All the late nights where you'd stay up chatting with Solace, completely unaware that the guy sitting at his desk in the next room over was the same person who had you wrapped around his finger digitally.

Now that you knew, it was impossible not to notice every little thing about him. His presence in your life felt magnified. Each time he walked by, even if it was just to grab something from the fridge or mumble a tired "morning," you found yourself hyper-aware of him.

Like right now.

Sebastian wandered into the kitchen, his hair still tousled from sleep. He was wearing one of his oversized band tees and gray sweatpants, a stark contrast to the composed, charismatic image of Solace in your mind. Yet, seeing him like this, in the morning light with soft shadows playing across his face, made him somehow even more attractive.

You had been lost in thought, mindlessly preparing your breakfast—some cereal that you barely even registered as you poured it into a bowl. Your thoughts drifted back to that photo of Solace, and how stupidly good he looked. You’d caught yourself daydreaming about how different things might have been if you’d known sooner.

Suddenly, the bowl was yanked out of your hands.

"Thanks," Sebastian muttered, already digging into the cereal as he sat down at the kitchen table, completely unaware of the turmoil raging in your head.

You blinked, staring at him in disbelief as he scrolled through his phone, completely unfazed by the fact he’d just stolen your breakfast. For a brief moment, all your earlier suspicions were wiped away. There was no way the same man who could make you swoon with a few words online was now sitting in front of you, slurping your cereal with absolutely no remorse.

“Sebastian…” you started, but your voice trailed off. What could you even say?

He looked up at you through his lashes, his face a mix of mild curiosity and impatience, as if he was waiting for you to stop staring and say whatever was on your mind. That same frown that would normally irritate you now sent your heart racing.

It was almost laughable. Here was the man who, online, could make you blush with his teasing and smooth banter. Yet in real life, he couldn’t care less about basic roommate etiquette.

"Are you just going to stand there and watch me eat, or...?" Sebastian's words were muffled by a mouthful of cereal, his brow quirking up in amusement as he caught you staring.

"Right. Sorry," you mumbled, quickly turning away to grab another bowl from the cupboard, your mind still spinning.

As you poured yourself another serving of cereal, you couldn’t help but feel flustered. There was no denying it now. Sebastian was Solace. The same Solace who could turn your insides into jelly with a well-placed compliment was now stealing your breakfast and probably didn’t even remember half the things he'd said to you online.

You glanced over at him again. He was back to scrolling through his phone, one hand lazily stirring the cereal around in the bowl. How was it possible that the same guy who could look so effortlessly cool online could be this laid-back and…normal?

But that was the thing, wasn’t it? Solace and Sebastian weren’t two different people. They were one and the same, even if you were only now starting to realize it.

It was almost overwhelming, the realization that the guy you’d been crushing on for so long was already living under the same roof as you. And now that you knew the truth, it was going to be impossible to see him the same way.

As you sat down across from him, trying not to let your thoughts spiral too much, Sebastian glanced up from his phone. His dark eyes met yours for just a moment before he looked away, but in that brief exchange, you felt your heart skip a beat.

Yeah, no. There was no way that Sebastian was actually Solace. At least, that’s what you tried to tell yourself.

But the truth was, you couldn’t deny it anymore. And now, the only question left was: what were you going to do about it?

"Can't do grocery shopping later. Have a date," Sebastian’s voice cut through the air, yanking you from the little daydream you were having. You turned your head, trying to process what he had just said. He didn’t even bother looking up from his phone, casually shoveling another spoonful of cereal into his mouth like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on your morning.

His tone was flat, dull, as if he were talking about something as mundane as doing the laundry. A date. The word echoed in your head, and for a moment, you couldn’t figure out if you should be surprised, upset, or... jealous. But you swallowed those feelings down, choosing to remain silent. After all, it wasn’t your place to comment. He was just your roommate, right? Nothing more.

Still, the thought of Sebastian with someone else gnawed at you. You tried to convince yourself it didn’t matter, that you were overthinking it, but that jealousy simmered beneath the surface.

Meanwhile, Sebastian was lost in his own storm of thoughts, staring at his phone screen like it held all the answers he was looking for. His thumb mindlessly scrolled through his messages, and for what felt like the hundredth time, he checked the two conversations haunting him the most. One, the time and details for his upcoming date, a date he wasn’t even sure he wanted to go on. And two, his last chat with Jelly.

He had felt something special with Jelly. Their conversations were so natural, so easy, like two puzzle pieces clicking into place. But recently, things had gone south. The last thing he had sent was a recent selfie, after Jelly had seemed genuinely curious to see what he looked like. It had taken him forever to work up the courage to hit send, his heart racing when he finally did. He wasn’t someone who was self-conscious about his looks, but somehow, with Jelly, it felt different. Vulnerable.

But after he sent it... silence. Jelly had gone offline. No reply. No reaction.

The anxiety twisted inside him, eating away at his usual cool demeanor. Was he not what they expected? Did he come off too arrogant, too detached? Were they disappointed in what they saw? The thoughts spiraled in his head, and before he knew it, the cereal in front of him had turned into a soggy, unappetizing mess. With a frustrated huff, he shoved the bowl away, the sudden movement making you flinch slightly.

He sighed, standing up and grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair, his movements tense, his mind still running in circles. The truth was, Sebastian didn’t even care much for dating. Not really. But after Jelly went radio silent, this stupid date was the only thing that gave him a flicker of hope. Maybe this person could replace Jelly. Maybe they were Jelly.

But even as he thought it, a pit of doubt formed in his stomach. It wasn’t going to be the same, was it?

You watched him from the corner of your eye as he pulled his jacket on, his movements heavy, like the weight of his thoughts was dragging him down. You wanted to say something, ask him what was wrong, but your throat felt tight, and the words wouldn’t come. Instead, you watched as he grabbed his keys, threw a half-hearted "Later" in your direction, and walked out the door.

The moment he was gone, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. The knot of jealousy tightened in your chest. Maybe it was silly, but the thought of him going on a date left you feeling... uneasy.

And the worst part? You had no idea why it bothered you so much.

As you stood there in the silence of the kitchen, your mind drifted back to your recent discovery—Sebastian was Solace. It was still hard to wrap your head around. The guy you had been crushing on for months online, the same guy who made your heart race with his witty banter and charming smile on streams, was the same guy who just walked out of your apartment for a date with someone else.

The lines between your feelings were blurring, and it left you confused, torn between jealousy and your secret.

You ran to the door in a full-on panic, tripping over your own feet and crashing into the corner of the couch. Wincing from the sharp sting, you yanked the door open with far more force than necessary. “SEBASTIAN!” Your heart pounded in your chest, your mind racing in circles, and you couldn’t let him walk out that door—not for a date. Not when you were drowning in this mess of feelings for him, tangled between love and chaos.

By some miracle, you caught him just in time. He was standing beside his sleek black motorcycle, about to swing his leg over and ride off. The sound of your shout made him pause, his hand resting on the handlebars. He turned his head, those stunning eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of confusion and impatience.

Crap. You hadn’t thought this through. Now what?

Your brain scrambled for an excuse—anything to keep him from leaving. “You... uh... left your cereal in the kitchen!” you blurted out, cringing immediately after. Out of all the possible things you could’ve said, that was probably the lamest reason to stop someone from going on a date.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Just throw it away,” he huffed, looking even more annoyed now. His grip tightened on the handlebars, and he looked ready to leave again, already half-turning back to his bike.

"WAIT!" you yelled again, your voice edging on desperation. He stopped, but this time he rolled his eyes, clearly losing patience. "What now?"

Your mind went blank. You floundered, grasping for any reason, any excuse to keep him standing there just a little longer. “You... uh... you haven’t done the laundry yet!”

Both of you stood there for a beat, staring at each other in disbelief. Really? Laundry?

Sebastian let out a long, tired sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It's your turn to do the laundry,” he said, his voice flat and his gaze piercing, as if daring you to come up with something better.

Well, damn. He had a point.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, thoroughly embarrassed by the sheer absurdity of the situation. But you weren’t about to give up. Not now. Not when he was seconds away from riding off to a date with someone else. Your mind raced faster, searching for something—anything—that would keep him here just a little longer.

Before you could even process it, the words slipped out. "I—wait, I need you to help me with something!"

Sebastian raised an eyebrow again, still clearly unconvinced. "Help you with what?" His tone was sharp, but there was a flicker of curiosity.

Your pulse quickened. You were out of excuses. But instead of backing down, you took a step toward him, your eyes meeting his with a sudden burst of determination. “I... I need you to stay. ”

The words hung in the air between you two, heavy with unspoken meaning. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, waiting for his reaction, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he’d understand what you were really trying to say. “God, how annoying can you be?” He groans. And then it hits you, you can't make him stay. But Jelly can.

You only needed a single moment, just enough privacy to pull off what you had in mind. As Sebastian was still standing by his bike, you blurted out the first plausible excuse that came to mind. “I can’t reach the upper shelf in the kitchen. Just get me the blue box from up there, and you’re good to go!”

He gave you an incredulous look, clearly not amused. "Seriously?" he grumbled, but after a moment’s hesitation, he sighed and headed back into the house. Exactly what you needed.

The second he was out of sight, you pulled out your phone, your fingers shaking as you opened up Discord. You quickly typed a reply to the message Sebastian—well, Solace—had sent you earlier.

“You actually look so cute that it gave me a stroke lol /hj”

Your heart raced as you hit send, hoping the humor would come across, but knowing full well it was dripping with the truth of how that selfie had really made you feel. You tucked your phone away. You could see Sebastian from the window. His expression was still distant, his thoughts clearly elsewhere. As he turned back toward the glass, you noticed his phone probably vibrating in his jacket pocket since he pulled it out. He paused for a second, clearly torn about something.

You held your breath, watching as his fingers fumbled for the phone, hoping, praying, that your message would be enough to make him stay.

Sebastian unlocked his screen, his face bathed in the soft glow from the device. You saw the moment it happened—when he read your message. His eyes flickered with surprise, followed by a slow smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

He stared at the screen for a beat longer, and you could practically feel the shift in his demeanor. Whatever doubts he had about the date, whatever had been weighing on him—it all seemed to melt away in that moment.

Sebastian slipped the phone back into his pocket after typing a reply and instead of heading for the door, he leaned casually against the counter, arms folded. He gave you a sideways glance, his expression soft but laced with a smirk that told you everything had just changed.

“Don't tell me you're falling for me, Jelly.”

The message on your own phone screen were simple, you couldn't really write much while Sebastian was near you but you managed to secretly text him back.

“Maybe I already did, Solace.”

[catnorem4]

What if you meet him before the lockdown 👀

My Oc noni X sebastian 💜

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[blood-n-candy]

Whoopsie Daisy, almost forgot to post this here

Don't stream and run, kids. Unless your audience really loves it when you crash into walls, at least you're going to earn 20$ from hitting that concrete

How is this Rainbow Dash stan still alive and not yet banned from RoTwitch is a mystery

Close ups:

[solacefish]

i know I talk a lot about sebastian being a mama's boy and how tragic everything would be if he was a good boy I a good family. but what if we swapped that around.

sebastian solace who was never fully looked at in his home, always looked through, always wishing he could take the spotlight for even just a second. pushing himself past exhaustion in all of his school work to be at the top, doing his best in every single thing he could ever have done, never complaining, never taking up too many needs, trying to be the perfect child. to be told he's proud of. but it just never worked

sebastian solace who was always forgotten when it comes to being picked up, who always walked home in the rain. who always picked at grass alone during breaktimes, who always played with cars and dragons by himself in his bedroom. sebastian solace who's drawings were never hung up, he could never let a shameful image on the refrigerator.

he lies about the 9 murders, he wants to be seen as something more, he wants to be seen in general. a case where nobody could figure who the murderer could possibly be, a case he was close enough to at the time of the murder. its a perfect chance to be looked at instead of looked through.

and it would've made sense. a problem child, a loner would be more likely to have turned bad. it was a perfect excuse for an arrest. they wouldn't have even felt the need to check.

maybe he begged for respect, maybe it was a hope to be feared. anything to be noticed. never to be pinned as the problem child, only to be dissapointed in. a shame to the family - a solace who never could be.

[dorphizar]

Sebastian Silly’s

[feligayzed]

rings dinner bell FOOD IS SERVED

originally i was gonna post his ref with Painter's but i can actively feel myself getting lazy and i just want to get this out into the world :,3 BEHOLD SURFACE SEB in all his angsty glory

this ended up looking more like brain vomit than i intended but OH WELL i'm not touching it anymore ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[piliiiiiconfusionf]

Fanart :3 @feligayzed