#sebaster

[limeinaltime]

He's a ten but he looks like he has three bodies in his basement

Inspired by @/pepurroni on twitter's Sebastian design, love that freak <3

[limeinaltime]

Aster used to present masc when she was younger, but became more comfortable with her femininity later on down the line. Sebastian doesn't officially meet her until college, but he remembers a time he saw a admittedly very cute boy from the visiting weird private school and was so stricken with bi panic and gender envy that he sped-walked into a pole and broke his nose.

Yes Sebastian it counts cry about it

Just some silly little Math class sketches :3c

Also yes absolutely I imagine him to be an absolutely bisexual-panic-filled mess [He still is despite his avid attempts to say otherwise smh]

[montereybayaquarium]

You’re one in a vermilion, rockfish!

No, really! Rockfish nearly disappeared in Monterey Bay due to overfishing. But thanks to people—the fishing industry, scientists, and government agencies—working together, the Sebastes populations are rocking on!

It’s an environmental success story that shows the resiliency of nature when we work together to give it a chance!

[eliiyis]

pulls his hair back

[r0s3m4ryr3d]

ROAD TRIP!!!!!!!!

[alinicsart]

[booksandmore]

wild how people refer to tmi as the incest books when the entire thing was a master plan created by their evil supremasist father to make his children feel like they’re monsters in order to maniplate them into thinking they don’t deserve to he happy (“to love is to destroy”) and should totally stay with him instead and caused everyone involved suffering and pain like babe. i dont think the narrative wants you to like it

[solidsmax]

X-MEN 97' - 1.10 | Tolerance is Extinction Part 3

[honeyzephyr]

i wasn’t going to post this one, but emo husband? :p

[musickgeek]

Happy (SDV Sebastian x Farmer!Reader)

945 words, unedited

Warnings: None

The first time you'd met Sebastian was the first Friday after your arrival in Pelican Town. You saw him bent over the pool table, lining up his shot. Your face got hot, and butterflies flew in your stomach. He looked so at peace, in his element. The small smile on his lips, and comfortable stance he took up. You were wondering how to introduce yourself, but Sam, who you'd met earlier in the day, waved you over. Nervous, you tried to walk over as casually as possible, brushing dirt and dust off your clothes. "Hey (Y/n), these are my friends Abigail, and Sebastian." Sebastian makes a shot, knocking a few of his balls into the pockets. Sam frowns, but quickly refocuses on introductions. He bumps Sebastian's shoulder with his own, almost teasing. "Sebastian, this is the new farmer girl." 

The dark haired boy looked at you, curiosity in his eyes. "Oh. You just moved in, right?" You nodded. "Cool." He pauses for a moment, as if thinking about it. "Out of all the places you could live, you chose Pelican Town?” You couldn't help the small laugh that came out. "I know it seems small and confining, but for me, some of the best memories of my life were made here with my grandfather." He nodded thoughtfully, accepting the answer. You found him to be so pretty, it almost embarrassed you. You'd just met the man for Yoba's sake! Oh well, you'd already decided you wanted to get to know him better.

~~~~~

You tried to speak to him every day, trying to figure out the things he liked. What do boys like him like? You came to an easy conclusion while in the mines. When you found a little piece of clear crystal. "You may think it's not much, but when in the right light," you moved it into the sun to show off how it glimmered, "it shows it's true worth." Just like him, you decided. And so your ventures into the mines became more frequent, finding colorful gems and crystals that Sebastian might like. 

You would walk in the house, scuffed up and dirty, but smiling widely. Robin would look at you strangely. You'd greet her cheerfully like you weren't bleeding and bruised before disappearing down the stairs to her sons room. She was confused for weeks until Sebastian asked her to build a shelf for him to display the fruits of your labor. 

~~~~~

"You know, I'm starting to think you're obsessed with me." He teased one Friday, you guys walking to the saloon together. "In your dreams!" It wasn't you fault, you thought. He was the one who plagued your mind with a late night motorcycle ride a few nights before. You found him working on his bike, and he suggested brining you along on time. You said you were scared, to which he promised to keep you safe. That moment played in your mind over and over like a broken record. You'd become a little clingier, and the fact that he'd noticed startled you. His phone chimed, luckily changing the subject. He frowned, and you asked what had happened.

"Sam isn't coming by tonight. He hurt himself on his skateboard earlier, and is stuck with Harvey tonight." Little did either of you know, it was a crafted lie designed by Sam and Abby to get you guys to hang out. "Do you know how to play pool?" 

"I get the idea, but I've never actually played. I don't know how to execute it, really." He gave his little smile that you adored. "Tonight is going to be interesting." He sped up, almost giddy at the idea of sharing his skills with you, leaving you to chase after him, laughing.

~~~~~

Your skin was on fire. His body had never been so close to yours. You could feel your face burning. You could feel his breath on your neck. His hand covered yours, his chest was pressed against your back. You could smell the woodsy scent of his room on him. To the other patrons, the act was innocent. He was just showing you how to line up a shot for pool. But to you, everything about this felt like carnal sin. You felt like you could pass out. The sound of the lively talk and music faded away, all you senses focused on him. Could he feel it too? You when for the shot, but were too distracted to make a hit. 

"You're even worse than Sam." He said, pulling away. "I'll just have to practice more." You insisted. "Oh, by the way, I found this for you." You pull the blue, teardrop shaped crystal out of your pocket. The shock on his face pleased you. He took it carefully, afraid of breaking it. "I really love this." 

"It's no big deal." You shrug. But he shakes his head, frowning deeply. "But it is, I know the lengths you have to go to for something like this, for any of the crystals you give me. You go down there all the time, risking your life just to give me some silly trinkets. I don't even understand why." Now you frown, feeling hurt. "I thought you liked them..." He realizes his mistake, and gets panicky. "No, I do, I really do! But...I like you more. Sometimes I wait at the rivers edge for you to come back. Just to know you're safe." 

You felt your heart pounding in your chest. What was he saying? "I...I can handle myself, Seb. I promise. I do it because it makes you happy." He looks down, and smiles. You so badly wanted to kiss him. "(Y/n), you make me happy." 

[limeinaltime]

Do you ever yearn, bro? Do you ever pine? Do you ever melt? Do you ever soften your gaze?

Drew these during the week leading up to the election, the bottom two were going to be from a bigger page but the burnout and despair hit hard

[secretscreamsofjoy]

WE DONT PLAY WITH "EXPENDABLES ARE IMMORTAL" ENOUGH!!!!

I mean, come ONNNN!!!!! we definitely are, because we aren't just given "black screen, game over, here's ya file" we get sebastion actively commenting on our deaths and laughing at us!!!!

AND WE COME RIGHT BACK!!!

i know it's considered more fun to play with "you die, it's over" since the stakes are higher, but just think of the possibilities!!!!

an expendable, visibly traumatized from dying more times than they can count, drawing themselves going through the things they went through before on any plain paper they can get

or the point of view of sebastion as he watches a usually cheery expendable coming back every time and slowly but surely getting quieter... and quieter.... until one day they show up in his shop, not responding to him, eyes perpetually cast downward...

THE POSSIBILITIES! THE ANGST! THE HURT/COMFORT!!!!!

[arinmoss]

messy Elliott sketch :3

[thebluester2020]

Minors Do Not Interact Plz

Y'all, Sebastion with a kink for maids.

Since he's not really listened to at home, I feel like he'd have a thing for maids, he doesn't care much for the uniforms or the person in the uniform itself but it's more so the attitude. The absolute devotion, the urge, and eagerness to please, he'd get hard just at the very thought of having someone show that much care toward him. A pretty little thing who is willing to do anything for him, being pretty in a maid uniform is just a bonus!

So check this out, Sebastion and Sam decide to visit Zuzu City due to hearing word that a new maid cafe has opened up, and he spots you. Bouncy attitude and cute make-up, all the while you sported a short long skirt maid uniform and called people "Master" or "Mistress" to boot! He swore he fell in love right at that moment, and when you started to serve his table, you did as well.

You were interested in him the second he walked in alongside his friend, and you made it clear you wanted to serve him in a very different way when you decided to lead him to the storage room during your break—

"I thought maids were supposed to be dutiful about their jobs?" Sebastion groaned from behind you as he flipped up your skirt, admiring the white lingerie underneath. A pair of lacy white tights attached to a pair of garter belts, snugly hugging the fat of your thighs. "But you're over him seducing a customer..." He continued.

You looked over your shoulder with a breathless giggle, your face flushed red from you and Sebastion's earlier make-out session as you sucked in your bottom lip. "N-Next time, I'll—"

"Next time?" He interrupted. "Aren't you supposed to be apologizing to your master for being such a slutty maid?" A soft moan left your lips when Sebastion began to massage your ass, his crotch starting to rub against your still-covered cunt ever so gently. He swore he could've gotten a nosebleed at any moment, this situation was so hot. Fucking a cute slutty maid in the storage room of the cafe she worked in, he practically drooled. "Don't you want to apologize?"

You shuddered when he pressed himself against you.

You couldn't nod your head fast enough. "P-Punish me..." You moaned. "Make me see the error of my ways, master~"

. . .

Lewd aht aht ahts echoed throughout the storage room as you braced your hands against the wall, Sebastion's cock twitching inside of you at your sounds as he plowed into you with the fervor of a starved man. "Ha...you're pretty tight, you sure you're reflecting on the error of your ways?"

"Y-Yesss—!" You moaned in response. Your tongue threatened to lull out of your mouth from how well your newfound lover was dicking you against the wall, your pussy clamped tightly around his cock as the delicious feelings of his veins rubbing against your walls turned your mush into practical mush. All you wanted to do was enjoy the feeling of his cock inside you, to not have to think about a single thing. "Fuuuckkk!" You cried out, your hand flying back to press against Sebastion's abdomen in a weak attempt for him to slow down.

He laughed at your pathetic attempt, instead taking your arm in his hand and using it as more leverage to drive himself into you. "You're tightening up maid...you must really like my punishment."

"I-I love...fuck...being p-punished by you—Oh!" You sucked in a shaky breath through your teeth as you felt your orgasm beginning to approach you, your slick dripping down between your thighs as you clenched your fists in anticipation of your orgasm. "Punish me more master, d-don't let me off lightly...." You continued to babble, your eyes practically forming into hearts when Sebastion started to hit and poke at a pleasurable spot deep inside your cunt. Sebastion smirked at your honesty as he continued to pound your cunt, turning your ass red as you began to feel yourself tingling all over.

"F-Fine then," Sebastion whispered, speaking more to himself rather than you, his muscles flexing as his pace began to stutter. "I won't let you off easily." As you felt him lean over you, wrapping his arms around your torso, you keened when he suddenly increased his pace seemingly tenfold, giving you no room to breathe as he viciously trusted his cock in and out of your weeping cunt. His senseless battering on your insides was almost enough to drive you to the brink of insanity. "S-So fucking good..." You clenched at the feeling of Sebastion's hot breath on your ear, his deep voice making you moan like a wanton whore. "My hips...they won't s-stop...!"

"F-Fuck me...! Please don't stop, fuck me harder!" You cried out. Your eyes begin to roll into the back of your head as you hit your climax suddenly, a gushing noise faintly reaching your ears as your vision blanked out from the force of your orgasm. The overwhelming ecstasy nearly suffocated you, whines of overstimulation tiredly escaping your throat as you tiredly looked back to Sebastion.

"J-Just a little m-more..." He moaned, anticipating your question. He managed a few more plaps against your ass before he suddenly stilled. A deep groan drawling out from his throat as you smiled dopily at the searing feeling of his cum flooding your insides. The two of you stayed like that for a little while, basking into the afterglow of your orgasms before you until you decided to move your hips with a soft chuckle. "Want to exchange numbers~?" You suggested.

He couldn't reach for his phone fast enough.

[slytherinzz]

Shared thoughts

Summary: After years of friendship you and Ominis still remain blissfully unaware of eachothers feelings. Thats until an unwelcome encounter get's on Ominis's wrong side. Mentions of confrontation, jealousy and his skill of Legilimency.

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt X F!reader

A/n: requests are open :)

The Great Hall was alive with its usual hum of chatter and clinking cutlery. Seventh years hurriedly swapped notes on the upcoming Charms exam, their laughter mingling with the crackling of enchanted torches. Across the Slytherin table, Sebastian Sallow watched his two closest friends with a knowing smirk, his fork abandoned on his plate.

Ominis Gaunt sat poised as always, his fingers resting lightly against the edge of the table. His head tilted slightly toward his longtime friend, MC, who was describing—animatedly and a little breathlessly—her latest escapade sneaking into the Restricted Section. Sebastian chuckled to himself as he noticed the way Ominis shifted closer to her, his usually composed expression softening ever so slightly. And then there was MC, who casually brushed her hand against Ominis' sleeve, entirely unaware of how her touch lingered.

“You two are ridiculous, you know that?” Sebastian’s voice cut through the moment.

Ominis turned his sightless gaze toward Sebastian, his lips curving into a faint frown. “I don’t know what you’re on about, Sallow.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, but before he could retort, a voice interrupted.

“Excuse me, MC , might I have a word?”

Leander Prewett stood a few feet away, his Gryffindor tie slightly askew and his trademark cocky grin plastered on his face. Sebastian visibly stiffened, while Ominis'fingers curled subtly around the edge of his plate.

You glanced at Ominis before reluctantly nodding. “Sure, Leander. What is it?”

Leander wasted no time. “I’ve been meaning to ask—you and I, how about we go to Hogsmeade this weekend? Just the two of us. I’ll buy you a Butterbeer. Maybe a chocolate frog if you’re lucky.”

Ominis' grip on the table tightened, his jaw clenching.

“Leander, I don’t think—” you began, but he cut you off.

“Oh, come on. I’ve seen you around. You’re clever, funny, and—well, let’s just say you’re easy on the eyes. I have been dying to feel the warmth of the Hero of Hogwarts all to myself. You would like it! What do you say?”

The discomfort rippled through you. Your stomach churned, your mind screaming, Go away. Please, just leave me alone.

Ominis shifted in his seat, sensing your unease. He had long trained himself to tune out the cacophony of thoughts that his rare gift, Legilimency, could bring. But now, feeling the weight of your silence, he focused. With a single deliberate pull, your thoughts poured into his mind.

“Why won’t he stop? This is mortifying. I don’t want him—I don’t even like him. He makes me greatly uncomfortable. Why can’t he ever take no for an answer?”

Ominis' blood boiled. The protective urge surging within him overpowered his restraint. He rose to his feet, his usually measured voice laced with ice. “Prewett, she’s not interested. Step away.”

Leander scoffed, his grin faltering. “I wasn’t talking to you, Gaunt. Maybe let her speak for herself.”

“She already has. You just don’t listen.”

Leander’s face twisted in annoyance. “And what’s it to you, anyway?”

“It’s everything to me,” Ominis snapped, stepping closer. His usually calm demeanor cracked, the frustration and protectiveness spilling out.

Leander’s arrogance flared. “Oh, I see how it is. Guess the rumors about you two are true. Well, maybe she should find someone with a little more—”

Before he could finish, Ominis; wand was in his hand, and Leander’s was out just as quickly. Spells flew, sparks illuminating the hall as students scrambled to clear a path. his calculated precision clashed against Leander’s reckless force. Leander feeling he would lose against the Gaunt boy, he decided to play dirty and and do what Ominis would never expect coming to him.

A fist collided with his face. Busting Ominis' lip.

The room gasped. he staggered back, blood trickling from his lip. But he didn’t falter. With a flick of his wand, Leander’s flew out of his hand, clattering to the floor.

“Enough!” Professor Sharp’s voice cut through the chaos. He stepped between them, his glare sharp enough to pierce steel. “Both of you—my office. Now.”

Later that evening, you dragged Ominis into the Room of Requirement, your hands gripping his arm as he dabbed at his split lip with a handkerchief.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” you muttered, guiding him to sit on a plush sofa conjured by the room’s magic.

Ominous tilted his head toward you. “He deserved it. You looked miserable, and he didn’t stop.”

You sighed, dabbing at his lip with a damp cloth. “Still. Now you’re hurt.”

He gave a soft chuckle, the sound rumbling low in his chest. “It’s just a scratch. I’ve had worse.”

But as your hands lingered on his face, brushing against his jaw, your thoughts betrayed you. Without meaning to, he slipped into your mind again.

“He looks so good like this. Even with the blood—no, because of it. Merlin, what’s wrong with me? I love him too much''

Ominous jerked back, his cheeks flushed. “I—I shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t mean to—”

You frowned. “What are you talking about?”

He hesitated, his voice barely a whisper. “I read your thoughts.”

Your eyes widened. “You… what?”

“I’m sorry,” he blurted. “I’ve never done it before. Not to you. But I couldn’t help it, and then—”

You stared at him, processing his words. Then, slowly, a smile tugged at your lips. “Ominis… I don’t mind. If anything, I’m glad you know.”

He froze. “You are?”

You nodded, your voice soft. “You’ve always been there for me. You’ve always protected me. And… I think I’ve loved you for it. For a long time.”

Ominis breath hitched. “You have?”

You leaned closer, your hand brushing his. “Yes. And if I’m not mistaken… you feel the same.”

He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he closed the distance, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was soft yet desperate, as if he’d been waiting years for this moment.

When you finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours. “I’ll never read your thoughts again,” he promised. “But for what it’s worth… they were beautiful.”

Your cheeks burned, but you couldn’t help but laugh. Knowing he felt the same.

You pulled him back into another kiss, your hands tangling in his hair, and for the first time, both of you stopped thinking.

[alinicsart]

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