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sebastian whump bc that’s how I express my affection for characters in video games <3
#tw blood#tw mutilation#tw experimentation#sebastian i love you so much#sebastian solace#roblox#roblox pressure#sebastian pressure#traditional art#I’ve been meaning to just post all the whump I drew but I get so in my head abt it#but then it’s like. what if someone out there goes YOOOOOOO!#that’s what keeps me going#I’m getting that plushie and squeezing him
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#this one is for me sorry. i love rina so much... i would eat all her terrible cooking even if it kills me just to make her happy. you know#art tag#zzz#zenless zone zero#alexandrina sebastiane#nsft
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“... not to be mindful of sort of the implications or the projections that people have, the opinions that people will throw at you and so on and so forth.”
#he has this prince charming' hair that i can't deal with.#i love it so so much you know#he's too handsome#sebastian stan#sebastianstanedit#sebstanedit#sstanedit#stansclan#fysebastianstan#gbbb
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Happy Birthday Sebastian Stan ♥
#sebastian stan#sebstanedit#sebastianstanedit#marveledit#my favorite boy..................................i love you so much i miss your face#i wish only the best things for you and also for me like maybe one (1) nibble please#also please ignore the brief t in his hair in that second gif the french hate me#also guess how long i tried doing cool text stuff that ultimately got tossed god when will i learn typography#anyway my three fave appearances from this year mwah mwah mwah love you happy birthday my sweet chicken nugget
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This MIGHT be bunny
#this is a fishbun friendly household thank you#they r loafing please do not disturb them#I tried to make Sebastian's jacket similar to how it looks like in the You Deserve It badge msmejekes#I love that badge so much it's so cool and well drawn#pressure roblox#roblox pressure#pressure fandom#pressure fanart#sebastian solace#pressure sebastian#zerum
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you know the distance never made a difference to me.
@whimsybrain // @diabolicjoy // 10.6.21 — silas denver melvin (@sweatermuppet) // sue zhao // 亲爱的, 2021, @disasterzoo // @the-ghost-king // @1anonyymous1 // @fluffysheeps // mountain dew commercial disguised as a love poem, matthew olzmann // @jeichi // terms of endearment, silas denver melvin // unknown // on coming out to my mother as trans, joan angel // what mary magdalene said to the young transsexual, elle emerson (@transsextual ) after clint smith // unknown (angel to me), hozier
#ghost#i love you so much#i adore you#every day im more grateful than anything that you entered into my life#happy birthday (its not your birthday but this is why i made it)#i hope you know how much i love you.#thanks for sticking around.#i cant say enough how much i love you#and admire you#and think of you#mi vida my darling saint sebastian#the boy i have written over and over again in my siken book#my love. happy birthday.
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Sebastian Sallow's List of Priorities (in no particular order):
Figure out what the hell I'm going to do when I graduate;
Figure out how the hell I'm going to finish this bloody Charms essay before tomorrow; and
Figure out what the hell is going on between us
Sebastian sits in an undisturbed corner of the library - nobody ever comes to this table because it's tucked away between shelves of incredibly dense magical theory books - and is twirling his quill in his fingers, watching the ink splatter on the list he spent his precious time writing instead of the Charms essay he should be working on. He's far away from the first-years who like to congregate by the windows and watch the leaves fall softly to the ground rather than study for their classes. He's made especially sure that he is far, far away from her.
It's not his choice, mind you, but he needs to be a gentleman about these things. If she needs some time and space to figure out that she's as crazy for him as he is her, fine. But even Sebastian Sallow's patience runs thin, and he's not sure how much longer he can give her to come to her senses before he snaps and takes matters into his own hands. If things were up to him, the two of them would be sitting far too close together now in this secluded corner, and maybe he would need to put a hand over her mouth to ensure her complete silence as he runs a hand up her thigh.
Now that he knows what delicious sounds can come out of her mouth - sounds that he caused - he's been having a hard time concentrating on, well, anything. Sebastian surreptitiously glances across the library to where she's sitting and studying with his sister and Imelda. Ever since the events after their Divination class, Sir Cadogan has taken it upon himself to follow Sebastian around the halls of the castle, tripping through frames and disrupting their inhabitants as he lectures Sebastian on love. The tea party women had managed to convince the knight that he had disrupted an amorous exchange, and Sebastian fervently wishes they hadn't.
The whole school is abuzz with rumors about who it could be. Nobody has even come close so far with their guesses, but Anne and Imelda are having too much fun teasing him about it. Somehow, she has managed to avoid suspicion - he wonders how this is even possible, since she's never been able to hide what she's thinking. He makes eye contact with her - has she been staring at him this whole time? - and she flushes before looking over to Imelda, who's laughing too loudly at something Anne's just said. Sebastian can't tear his eyes away from her profile, his eyes following the curve of her eyebrow, the slight upturn of her lips as she smiles at her friends, her eyes as they dart back to him, her cheeks as she turns an even darker shade of red as she realizes he's still watching her. She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, and rests her chin on her hand as she tries to look absorbed in what Anne is saying to her.
Sebastian wonders if she's thought about him as much as he's thought about her. Judging by how she had snogged him back, he's positive that she feels the same way, but then he remembers how she had looked at him before she fled, and he's not so sure. He sighs as he looks back to his list, bringing his quill back to the third item and ripping the paper as he crosses it out again. His mind has been going in circles since that moment and he doesn't know what to think. He slowly puts everything into his schoolbag before heading out of the library for yet another freezing cold shower that hopefully tempers his now-permanent state of arousal whenever she's around.
He doesn't notice her eyes following him as he walks out of the library.
He doesn't hear her hurried excuse to Anne and Imelda as she shoves her things into her bag and rushes to follow him.
He doesn't hear her light footsteps as she gets closer to him.
When she puts a hand out to touch his arm as he waits for the moving staircase to stop, with a soft, "Sebastian" accompanying it, he nearly jumps out of his skin. He was so absorbed with thoughts of her, that to see her standing at his side, closer than she had been since they kissed was almost his snapping point.
"Can we talk?" she asks, looking almost embarrassed as she avoids his eyes. She instead looks determinedly at his collar. He thinks she probably notices that he swallows nervously before acquiescing, but she says nothing as she turns and starts hurrying away from him without waiting to see if he follows her.
She must know that he would follow her anywhere at this point.
from my oneshot🫶🫶🫶
I just really wanted to draw these two idiots😭💘
#i also want to draw Sebastian being chased by sir Cadogan bc it’s so funny to me😭😭😭#it’s literally like thst meme of the trumpet boy chasing the girl#anyways this is before *that* scene (iykyk 😭💓) & I want to draw that toooooooooooo#I love this oneshot so much🥹🫶 I reread it bc I wrote it for MYSELF !!!!!#im going to get to some more trick or treaters later on today!!!! sorry I didn’t get them all yet it was more than I expected😳😳#so hopefully soon!!! sorry I didn’t do them all yesterday but I stopped myself to edit my fic & post the next chapter#also😳😳 I woke up to 3 comments on my newest chapter😳😳#it might not seem like much but I spent so many months posting to crickets that it just makes me so happy#to connect with people and have them enjoy what I create😭🫶🥹💘#ok I’m done being sappy hope you enjoy my idiot portraits !!!!!!! 🙏🙏🙏#bc these two are idiots but they’re OUR idiots🫶🫶🫶#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanart#hphl#hogwarts legacy mc#hogwarts legacy oc#eloise babbit#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow fanart#sebastian sallow x mc#hogwarts legacy fanfic
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Vettonso complaining about each other not respecting schrondinger's track limits on the radio compilation + Seb's commentary that made me a bit feral
Must include these sexy ass pics okay, it makes me feral how hard they race each other.
Also SO upset that we got this vid and there's also pictures(and presumably a vid out there somewhere) of Fernando, back then, ALSO debriefing this race. And yet we never got them together?????? Evil. Fucked up.
Imagine seeing them complaining about each other but also having to (begrudgingly if you're Fernando) compliment each other IN FRONT of each other. Maybe its a good thing it doesn't exist, bcs then I'd have a heart attack.
#this is just a supercut of the f1 vid in the source so you should watch that as well :)#thank you boo to inadvertently pointing me towards this moment cause man it makes me insane#like the added context of knowing seb was just being bratty cause he KNEW fernando was heated on the radio is SO funny#fernando's radios....actually so feral#'give back the position IMMEDIATELY'#fernando i dont have the position but i will do my best to give it to you anyways#grrrrrrr theres smth about getting to see seb discuss such a vettonso hard racing moment#he clearly respects him 🥹#but even years on you can tell hes SO pleased abt how much he was irritating fernando#this is the kinda clip that makes me wish f1 had proximity chat#them both on the radio like 'does that idiot EVEN know what hes doing'#also the annoying confidence of seb on the radio saying its fernando's fault if he gets a punctuee#and not even mentioning the fact that he could get a puncture 😭#but again. to hear him complimenting Fernando really kills me#just about his spacial awareness and how seb feels like he can always race him to the limit bcs he TRUSTS him#like that is the true f1 romance to me. racing someone hard and complaining on the radio but +#admitting that you never rly felt in danger bcs you TRUST the other driver!!!!!!!#i love sassy angry radios. they both sound so........yeah. im unwell#f1#formula 1#sebastian vettel#fernando alonso#we do a little bit of f1#2014 british gp#vettonso
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Totally adore your work. Birdie was too good. I have to request anything jealous, pining seb in your style 🥹 pretty, pretty pls, gah
omg please don't enable me like thiiiisss (always enable me like this ily xx) NSFW (18+ onlyyyy)
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"Prewett. Who is that witch over there, at the Minister's table?"
Prewett turned his head over his shoulder. "The one on his left?"
"Don't look right at her," Sebastian grumbled, reaching across the expanse of white linen between Leander and him and pulling his co-worker back to face him by the jacket. The witch glanced up and caught sight of the commotion at the table in front of hers. Her brow furrowed. "Fuck, she's beautiful."
A middle-aged witch seated to his right gave a disapproving "tsk!" and Sebastian rolled his eyes. He couldn't countenance the Ministry holding these infernal luncheons in the poshest London restaurants at all, let alone being forced to attend them and sit amongst people he avoided like the plague in the hallways. His stiff collar, that Anne had insisted on starching for the occasion, dug into the bottom of his chin. Prewett suppressed a chuckle at Sebastian's rudeness.
"That's his daughter, Sallow, didn't you know? There's a fun Sunday evening dinner for you." A shudder passed through Sebastian at the thought of making niceties with the oaf he technically worked for, as the Minister rarely deigned to dirty his fingernails down in the R.C.M.C. and thought its employees less-deserving of Ministry resources than the stiff-necked desk jockies of other departments. But for her...For her, he thought, he could choke down a dry pot roast and smile whenever he needed to. She had resumed her conversation with the woman across from her, and her laughter was sweeter than the perfumed air wafting through the restaurant.
Images of what he'd like to do to her, preferably on top of her father's ostentatious desk, flashed through his mind and he smirked despite himself. He could almost hear her moans, greedy, and feel her claw into his neck. The impropriety of his thoughts sent a guilty flush through him when he stared at the picture-perfect socialite with a smile on her face and a...
Goddamned diamond on her finger.
When she lifted her left hand to fan herself after a particularly joyous peal of laughter, Sebastian's knuckles whitened around his knife. That jealous streak, that'll be the death of you one day, his sister's voice echoed in his head. Pain shot up his temple as he ground his teeth together. She was spoken for? Taken from him as soon as he'd found her?
The man on the other side of her then put his arm around the back of her chair and leaned too close to her, sullying her with his proximity, and whispered something in her ear that made her giggle behind the hand that covered her mouth. The diamond sparkled when the sunlight hit it. Sebastian wasn't listening to a word that Prewett prattled at him. She should be blushing pink like that for him, for him alone, crying out his name as he brought her to the brink of tears as many times as he could with just his tongue.
That should be his diamond on her finger, his thumb running across the back of her hand, his mouth planting deliberate pecks of affection across her cherubic cheeks. He imagined asking her to be his while he fucked her, and she responded with much more enthusiasm than the demure ascent she'd no doubt given to the sap draped over her: Yes, yes, yes!
Her eyes fell on him, and he straightened immediately. He wanted her to find him acceptable, attractive, anything for her to toss a careless smile in his direction. She lingered, just for a moment, regarding him over the top of her glass. Sebastian couldn't have pulled himself away from her gaze if he had tried.
It was probably his imagination; it was growing more and more treacherous by the second, but he could have sworn that he saw her glance to either side to ensure no one was looking then mouth to him,
"Cloakroom. Now."
The words "Excuse me" weren't even out of Sebastian's mouth before he had risen to his feet with a clatter of silver and porcelain and begun making his way towards the mercifully unattended cloakroom.
#ok i am almost certainly going to be making this a Series of some sort fjdksfjslf#slightly-punk-magical-creature-wrangler seb was NOT something i was aware i needed in my life#BUT NOW I DO#ESP WITH PRISTINE SOCIALITE OC.....YIKES!#thank you so much for your sweet words love!!!! you are too kind!!!#sebastian sallow fic#hogwarts legacy fic#sebastian sallow smut#sebastian sallow x reader#laneywrites#blurbs#sebblurbs
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IM ASTONISHED!!! 2k notes on my sebastian drawing LOL
#pressure#pressure roblox#roblox pressure#pressure fanart#sebastian solace#pressure sebastian#sebastian pressure#roblox fanart#roblox art#he got flashed in the dark with two thousand of you#his phone was on full brightness too#flash beacon 2.0#I REALLY WANT TO DO ANOTHER RENDERED SEB ARTWORK FOR 2K NOTES!!!!#schoolwork is unfortunately beating my ass :( so i had to do this quick reaction image redraw instead#everybody say thank you to fish man for helping me reach 2k#this actually means so much to me i love u guys
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welp ok then 😳❤️🔥
#oooofffff#thank you @becccaagain for this comparison!!!#I love you so much for this#it's... a lot 🙃#😩😩#chris evans#sebastian stan#lightyear#sharper#my gifs
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I really want to get more into pressure but I feel like it’s too late to contribute to the fandom 😭
#also I’ve been gone bc medical issues and a horrible breakup#I will post more abt that another time#but ya boy has been squished#I’m so sad I love pressure so much#I want to make stuff for it but it feels like everything has been ‘done’#I’m so attached to him :(((((#Sebastian I love you so much#fandom moves so fast it feels like I can’t do anything now#pressure
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Please.. Forgive me.
Warnings/Notes: vague descriptions of dismemberment, descriptions of gory scenes, angst, deaths, anxiety, intrusive thoughts, mentions of suicide, more questions than answers
"I'm sure we’ll be able to get out of this, especially with Painter’s help.. distracting those disposables Urbanshade brings so we can grab the crystal" you said in a cheerful voice, swinging your legs back and forth from the box you were sitting on.
Sebastian let out an uncomfortable hum, his attention glued to the files marked "CLASSIFIED" in bold letters. He was pouring over the documents without even a glance away, barely even pausing to breathe. You’d seen him work himself to exhaustion like this before, sometimes even passing out from the strain. Secretly, you were starting to worry he’d begin hallucinating from the lack of sleep.
Your face unconsciously tightened into a frown, and your lips pressed into a thin line as you noticed his anxious habit—running a hand through his hair and trying to tuck it behind his fins. It reminded you of when he’d always push the hair falling down each side of his face behind his ears back when he was (well, still is) human.
Quickly replacing your frown, you kept chatting away about all the things you could do once you were back on the surface. You mentioned how living by a nice beach could be a fresh, relaxing start for both of you after everything. Painter could even capture the beauty of the sunsets there.
There was no sign he was listening, but you knew his mind was elsewhere. Still, you kept talking—it was a surefire way to help calm your own nerves.
Listening to Painter ramble on about whatever he liked—a new drawing or sketch he’d made, or even just complaining about the disposables—was one of the only things that could ground you, helping keep you tethered when your thoughts began to consume you. Somehow, it both soothed you and brought back all the anxieties you were left with at the end of each day.
Sometimes Painter noticed the shifts in your mood and asked about them. Usually, you didn’t tell him anything to avoid worrying him, letting him continue his usual ramblings, but today was one of those rare moments when you let a thought slip.
“.. Are you alright? I started complaining about Sebastian, and you didn’t even jump in to defend him or argue about it” he noted, trying to keep the worry in his tone hidden. Being soft or consoling wasn’t something his programming was used to after all his time in a place like this.
You looked down, trying to find the right words to explain to the AI the emotional mess you were in now (and, honestly, always) and to make him understand, even just a little.
“It’s just... Is it wrong that I’m becoming numb to someone dying? I used to feel sick, to gag whenever I saw a disposable’s corpse, and now it doesn’t faze me—their deaths or the brutal injuries. It’s like it doesn’t gross me out at all. I think picking through bodies with Sebastian is getting to me...” You chuckled softly, though it was more out of hollow irony than anything.
“And besides, it’s hard trying to help Sebastian when he only lets me tend to the disposables that end up here. Other than that, he doesn’t let me help him physically or mentally.”
You ran a hand through your hair, trying in vain to calm yourself or slow down the racing of your thoughts. You felt your breathing grow ragged, your hands shaking beyond your control as if they were reacting all on their own.
“It’s exhausting... I want to help him a little because I know the hell he’s dealing with, but I also have no idea what goes through his head, especially when he won’t tell me the full story.”
Your voice wavered, your teeth chattering as a tremor started to take over your body.
“He tells me I can’t help him when I can’t even help myself. I can handle my mess and his at the same time; I know I can.”
You could hear Painter’s voice saying something, but it didn’t register.
“I know I can do it, I’m fine. I wouldn’t get tired of hearing his complaints or thoughts.”
There was Painter’s voice again. What was he saying?
“I can handle it, I’M FINE—”
“You’re bleeding!”
Painter’s voice came through the old computer speakers so loudly you swore it sounded distorted.
You tasted something metallic on your lower lip, and your tongue quickly recognized the taste of blood when you licked it, realizing what it was.
You looked down at your hands, now stained red, with the indents of your nails pressing into your palms.
When you blinked, trying to focus on your surroundings, you noticed your eyelashes were wet, and your cheeks felt uncomfortably damp. You had been crying too.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to… Sorry.” You didn’t even know why you were apologizing or what for. You just felt the need to after putting poor Painter through this, letting him see you unraveling over your anxieties, showing him this sorry state.
“It’s okay... Just.. do you want to talk it over more calmly?” he asked, his words sounding a bit awkward as he wasn’t sure what to say or do.
You quickly shook your head, wiping your tears away with your sleeve. You braced your hands against the floor to stand, relying on it to steady you because your legs were still trembling. You didn’t trust yourself to get up without some support, given how shaky you still felt.
Before Painter could say anything else, you left as quickly as you could, trying to drown out the voices in your head blaming you for burdening him, for voicing your problems aloud. You didn’t deserve even his pity.
You were pathetic—worse than pitiful.
You couldn’t even bring yourself to show up at Sebastian’s shop, the place you called home.
You sprinted quickly into one of the rooms down the long hallway you’d been running through. Instinct drove you under the desk in the wide room, both hands clamped over your mouth and nose to stifle the sound of your heavy, panicked breathing. You needed to hide from this monster.
Scenes of the person you were escaping from replayed in your head like a film.
It was just another disposable who’d somehow made it this far while you’d been with Painter. You’d spotted him at a distance in a dark room before the voices over the speakers cut through the silence, alerting you and the disposable who was now only inches away from you.
“There’s another person inside the facility. They violated company regulations and are complicit with Z-13. Their elimination will yield twice the initial reward.” The HQ voice blared through the speakers, making you gasp when it mentioned your name.
You’d forgotten that some of the cameras still worked throughout the facility, likely monitoring the disposables and reporting on what was taking them down along the way.
The moment you took a step forward and your footfall echoed across the room, you felt a burning gaze on the back of your neck. Without daring to look back at the person behind you, you took off running, a prey fleeing from its hunter.
The sound of a missed gunshot made your blood run cold in an instant. You didn’t even want to ask how he got a weapon, but he had one—and you were completely defenseless.
That’s what brought you here, crouched under the desk, silently praying to God that, just this once, he would listen and spare you from this person.
You prayed to God, to Eyesfastion, hoping they’d appear out of pure chance and force him to look them in the eyes. Or for an Angler to come roaring through the rooms, Chainsmoker to slow his steps. Any miracle.
Of all the times you’d wanted to be six feet under, wished for death to just take you already, this time you didn’t want to go. No matter how often you’d begged for death to come, this time, you wanted to live.
You held your breath, clamping down on it entirely when the sound of firm footsteps filled the room where you hid.
Closer and closer.
The desk creaked as something leaned against it. He was mere inches away. You could hear his breathing and the clank of the gun as he set it on top of the desk.
Your shaking eyes drifted to the glass in front of you, showing a view of the vast, deep ocean no other human besides Urbanshade could ever witness at such depths. Due to your crouched, hidden position under the desk, you couldn’t see your own reflection in the glass, but you could see his. A sharp gasp escaped you when you saw the appearance of your hunter.
His gaze immediately dropped downward as your gasp echoed through the room. His hand swiftly gripped the gun before he moved around to the back of the desk.
Sebastian was tucking away documents and small DNA samples he found into the neoprene suit of the now-deceased expendable, also grabbing the unused batteries. He stored everything in the small pouches strapped along his tail.
When he finished organizing everything and made sure it was all in place, he started heading back to his tent, the quick thought of seeing you there to talk non-stop just to fill the ever-present silence. A humorous smile crossed his face; this time, he’d make sure to join the conversation.
The door indicator’s number flashed, crackling quickly, before the face of Painter appeared on the screen.
"SEBASTIAN."
The AI’s shout disoriented him for a couple of seconds, leaving him confused by its sudden appearance. Painter usually waited until Sebastian visited him in his usual location to relay any messages, so seeing him appear here and shout was odd.
"What’s going on? I’m doing inventory on the expendables, so you can tell me whatever you need later, you stupid—"
"Shut up, you filthy fish, and get to room 65. They’re in danger."
The mention of your name and that you were in danger ignited something inside him.
You had already mastered the dangers of this place, even if you still trembled with fear after an Angler encounter. What had stopped you now?
He didn’t take the time to respond to the AI, instead moving as fast as his instincts could carry him to the room number. He knew the place like the back of his hand and was only six rooms away—just a little more, and he’d be there.
He was greeted by a wide hallway and the stench of blood, sharply invading his senses and nostrils. The smell was sickening, but he could bear it for a few minutes—though this time, it felt disturbingly familiar.
The stench led him to a room where he immediately noticed blood-stained glass, crimson trails streaking downwards. The sight disgusted him more than anything else, for no clear reason.
His third hand moved to his three-barreled shotgun. Although he heard nothing, something told him that wasn’t a good sign.
His breath caught entirely when two bodies came into view, and he recognized yours immediately, even though he tried not to.
You were covered in blood, both your own and your attacker’s. Dried blood streamed from your nose, bruises becoming clear against the pallor of your skin. You had two gunshot wounds: one in your stomach and another in your leg.
Then he looked at your attacker.
The blood on the attacker’s face made it hard to see him clearly, but gray hair and a graying beard showed through wrinkles and lines that marked his features.
He had also been shot, but his wound was on the forehead, and there were a series of scratches on his neck, arms, and face—made with fierce aggression.
Sebastian could almost picture the possible scenario that led to all this.
A fleeting thought crossed his mind, wondering if your pulse might still be beating, but it vanished as quickly as it came.
He heard no breath, no desperate gasping for air. Nothing.
The silence terrified him; you were supposed to fill that silence with words, turn that "nothing" into "something."
Had your attacker enjoyed your suffering? Had he even regretted, at any moment, the shots he’d fired at you? Had he seen you lifeless and felt fear at his mistake? Would he have slept soundly knowing he’d killed you?
No.
No, he didn’t believe it.
He would have made him regret being alive. He would have killed him in a worse way than he killed you.
He would have made him swallow his own teeth, fingers, and scraps of skin while he was still alive. Being alive would have been its own torture.
More than anything, he wanted to avenge you, to have done something so that this repulsive creature hadn’t killed or tortured you, even if in some "stupid" way.
…
He needed you.
#sebastian solace x reader#pressure x reader#sebastian solace fanfic#sebastian solace x you#sebastian x reader#sebastian solace x yn#sebastian is turning in a little yandere in the end#i love angst when i have evaluations#just a LITTLE long#i love this so much#it's called “Forgive me.. Please.”#because reader don't wanna die and.. they just died#oops#they leave seb and painter alone#again#painter x reader#painter fanfic
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i just wanna say thank you to Sebastian Stan for giving us this because now people keep saying that this is what Lee Bodecker looks under that sheriff uniform and oh fuck, now i can't stop thinking about it.
#I AM GOING FUCKING FERAL ISTG#I LOVE THAT SHITTY MAN SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA#deleting this later#sebastian stan#lee bodecker
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEBASTIAN ❤
#sebastian stan#sebastianstanedit#sebstanedit#marvelcastedit#marveledit#dailyteamcap#i love you so much and i hope you're having a wonderful day#i would love to see your face again if you're so inclined#mine
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just wanted to draw him in something cute🛐
#sorry for so much sketches lately#I cant put my brain together it wont cooperate with me#I couldn't even come up with any sebaciel sketch for this au or whatever it is do you feel the level of my misery?? crazy...#ANYWAY#feel free to share your thoughts on how sebastian would like his master's new appearance#feel free to share any of your thoughts actually#love to read that stuff#kuroshitsuji#black butler#ciel phantomhive#my art#sketch#can't believe I'm not putting sebaciel tag here today
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